Alberta Little born November 22nd, 1929 in North Carolina to Carrie Thompson. She was the youngest and only girl. She made Harlem, NY her home where she raised her 3 children and grandchildren before making Beckley, West Virginia her second home.

Alberta was a loving, caring, loyal, and dependable mother, grandmother, friend, and overall person. She loved to sing. She was a part of a traveling gospel group in her younger years. She also sang in the choir at her church home “Rescue Baptist Church,” in Harlem NY. Alberta was “Nana” to everyone. She was respected everywhere she went, her presence brought warmth and joy to so many.

She made a huge impact in many lives and an imprint that only she could fill. She’ll be forever in our hearts and souls.

Alberta has now crossed over to be with the loved ones who preceded her, Carrie (mother), John Albea (husband), Dorothy Little (daughter), and 5 oldest brothers.

Alberta will be truly missed by her only son Anthony Little. Grandchildren: Masi Chambers (Jeff Chambers), Issa Smith, Shaney Dorsey (Cedrick Dorsey), and Lamont Little. Great Grandchildren: Shanice Brown, Lashaun Little, Faith Nimons, Lauren Little, London, Lennox, Lawrence, Dimayjae Smith, Tigvis Smith, and Leesa Dorsey. Great Great Grandchildren: Tionna and Kenya. She has a host of nieces, nephews, and extended family.

We love you always, Nana.

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In Loving Memory of My Nana 🕊️

We lost someone powerful. Someone rooted in love.

Someone who didn’t just care for one — she protected us all.

Nana, you were the strength in our family. The one who always told it like it was.

You fussed when it was needed, and you loved without conditions.

You were proud, wise, and strong — and even in your silence, we heard you.

Each one of us has a “remember when” story about you —

Moments where you loved us through all our mess.

Moments where you scolded us, prayed for us, hugged us when we didn’t deserve it.

You saw us fully — and still gave your heart to every one of us.

I remember wiping your face one last time.

You told me, “Stop rubbing my face,” because I was just wiping too long.

And I laughed — because even in that moment, you were still being you.

Still proud. Still in control. Still making sure we didn’t do too much.

You asked me to forgive. To be still. To trust God.

And now, we are waiting on God to tell us what to do.

How to proceed. How to act. How to forgive.

Because that’s what you taught us — to move with grace, even when it’s hard. We love you, Nana — deeply, fully, and forever.Thank you for holding all of us together. Thank you for loving us through it all.