Buried at sea by her granddaughter Jennifer Hendrix Shutt. Tobie was 5'9" brown eyes & hair. Very beautiful. Poem by her grandson Russell Hendrix 11 Our grandma Ruth, more of a friend to tell the truth. A grandma in every way, catering to her grandchildren in her own special way. Jennifer was a princess and grandma made sure nothing was missing, me the "never ending talker" grandma never stopped listening. Steven was quiet. With his hands he would talk, grandma always knew exactly what he would want. She gave us money for ice cream. let us raid her candy drawer, staying up late watching movies, sleep overs on the floor. As visits became less and we all grew, Grandma never lost interest in the things we would do. With an ear to our word, we would always be heard. Keeper of our dreams, you gave them wings like a bird. Two days before she passed, She cracked a joke and made me laugh. Then she gave me the subtlest of winks, letting me know that everything was ok, or so I should think. Sadly the day came, my mom called for a family meeting. We all sat down, I had a bad feeling. I could tell by my dad's face that something wasn't right. I learned that an angel came down like a thief in the night. Trying to make sense of it all, I put into words. My time with you grandma, this is what I've learned. As time moves on and we turn a page, there's a part of grandma that will never age. Watching over her grandchildren from above, the everlasting feeling of a grandma's love. Remaining with us until times end. You weren't just a grandma...you were our friend.
Buried at sea by her granddaughter Jennifer Hendrix Shutt. Tobie was 5'9" brown eyes & hair. Very beautiful. Poem by her grandson Russell Hendrix 11 Our grandma Ruth, more of a friend to tell the truth. A grandma in every way, catering to her grandchildren in her own special way. Jennifer was a princess and grandma made sure nothing was missing, me the "never ending talker" grandma never stopped listening. Steven was quiet. With his hands he would talk, grandma always knew exactly what he would want. She gave us money for ice cream. let us raid her candy drawer, staying up late watching movies, sleep overs on the floor. As visits became less and we all grew, Grandma never lost interest in the things we would do. With an ear to our word, we would always be heard. Keeper of our dreams, you gave them wings like a bird. Two days before she passed, She cracked a joke and made me laugh. Then she gave me the subtlest of winks, letting me know that everything was ok, or so I should think. Sadly the day came, my mom called for a family meeting. We all sat down, I had a bad feeling. I could tell by my dad's face that something wasn't right. I learned that an angel came down like a thief in the night. Trying to make sense of it all, I put into words. My time with you grandma, this is what I've learned. As time moves on and we turn a page, there's a part of grandma that will never age. Watching over her grandchildren from above, the everlasting feeling of a grandma's love. Remaining with us until times end. You weren't just a grandma...you were our friend.
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