Mr. Harold “Papa” Burden
July 29, 1941 – January 4, 2026
Mr. Harold Burden, affectionately known as “Papa,” was born on July 29, 1941, in Chauncey, Georgia, to the late Felton Burden, Sr. and Lennie Burden. A man of quiet strength, steady devotion, and deep love for his family, Harold built a life marked by hard work, faith, and unwavering commitment.
He was a dedicated employee of Unity Health, formerly Parkridge Hospital, where he worked faithfully until his retirement. Harold was known for his reliability, his warm spirit, and the kindness he extended to all who crossed his path.
On December 29, 2025, Harold experienced the heartbreaking loss of his beloved wife of more than 40 years, Mrs. Bernice Burden. Just days later, on January 4, 2026, he was called home to be with the Lord, reunited once again with the love of his life. Their bond, steadfast and enduring, remains a testament to partnership, devotion, and the power of love.
Harold leaves to cherish his memory three children: Yolanda Burden, Brenda Zeigler‑Johnson, and W. Terrance Ziegler; ten grandchildren; and three great‑grandchildren. He is also survived by two siblings, along with a host of nieces, nephews, relatives, and friends who will forever hold his memory close.
A joint Celebration of Life for Mr. and Mrs. Burden will be held on Monday, January 12th at 11:00 a.m., with visitation from 10:00–11:00 a.m., at Goodwill Missionary Baptist Church, 111 Clifton Street, Rochester, NY.
Interment will follow at White Haven Memorial Park.
The family invites you to share memories, condolences, and reflections below as they honor the lives and love of Mr. Burden.
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I worked with Harold in the O. R. at Park Ridge for several years. A quiet presence, a kind soul, and as I always said to Bernice “a man of few words”. R. I. P. Harold, by Bernice’s side for all eternity. Lola.
I’m thankful to God for Harold and that I had the opportunity to see him again. Rest in peace big cuz
One of the nicest coolest men I’ve ever met! Me Harold and Larry woul talk for hours on st casimir street. Rip! I’ll definitely miss seeing and talking to him.