Isabelle Dolly Grace Smith was born asleep in Christ on May 5, 2025. She was the infant daughter of Brandon and Cynthia Kiser Smith.
In addition to her parents, Isabelle is survived by brothers, Elijah Orion Smith and Lucas David Smith; sisters, Allison Paige Smith and Savannah Pearl Smith; grandparents, David Smith, Larry Kiser (Molly) and Pamela Fite; aunts, Melanie Kiser, Nichole Fabela and Amber Jimonez; uncle, Ronald Kiser; great-grandmother, Ann Harper; and several cousins.
She was preceded in death by grandparents, Nancy Kroll, Sandra Smith, and Thomas Fite; and great-grandparents, Robert and Karlyne Addison.
A memorial service for Isabelle will be held at 1 p.m. on Sunday, May 18, at Statesville Seventh Day Adventist Church with Pastor Phil Roberts officiating.
Troutman Funeral Home is honored to serve the Smith family.
My precious little grand daughter! Jesus will be placing you in the arms of your Moma by the an heavenly angel after you are awaken from your sleep from the grave at the return of our Lord Christ Jesus 🙏 in the air from the clouds of glory! I watched you born as my heart was being ripped out of Cindy and my Chest knowing we would never hear you cry! Your mother was struggling for her own life as Christ Jesus guided the mind, hands, and thoughts of the Doctor and nurses desperately trying to repair the womb you had been craddled in! Answering my pleading prayers 🙏 of faith 🙏 for the Savior’s help, the bleeding stopped and Jesus had closed the tares! We will see you soon baby girl! I love you! King Jesus lives!
Precious baby girl waking up in the arm of Jesus 🙌
Praying for the family.🙏
My heartfelt prayers and truly I know the pain. I experienced the same. His name is Jacob Edward 🩵 It still hurts after 47 years. Bless you all. 😔🙏🩷
Dear Cindy and Brandon, Your daughter Isabelle is so beautiful. My heart knows your pain as my own son died when he was 21, almost 22 years ago. Her loss will always leave a piece of your heart missing. When my son died, my heart shattered. As the year went by I picked up the pieces and put my heart back together… but it was never whole again. My heart became larger though, because I couldn’t put it back together as it was before he died. Yet my new heart knew a depth of compassion that my old heart could never have known. I thank my son every day for helping me grow and for teaching me to be wiser and kinder to others. In time you may start to see the gifts that your daughter gave to you through this unexpected tragedy. Cindy, your Mother who I’ve known since we were about 10, knows about pain and loss more than most, turn to her, she may be able to help guide you when your days seem the darkest. Your daughter is physically gone…but she lives on and always will in your heart. I’m deeply sorry for your loss. If I can help you in any way, please feel free to reach out to me. 💕 🙏🏼