RIVERDALE, Ga. - Cheryl Lynn Richardson Murray, age 68, died June 16 after a long
illness. She was a native of Brooklet, Georgia. She was preceded in death by her
parents Charlie Sue Waters Richardson and John William Richardson of Brooklet, Ga.
Survivors include her daughter, Erin Lynn Murray, her spouse Mark J. Murray, and two
grandchildren, C. J. and Claudia all of Riverdale; two brothers, Richard Murray
Richardson of Forest Park and Homer J. Richardson of Jonesboro; three sisters,
Barbara Richardson Aeger of Omaha, Ga., Judy Richardson Tague of Jonesboro, and
Sara Richardson Parsons of Savannah; numerous nieces, nephews, great-nieces and
great-nephews. She was a graduate of Southeast Bulloch High School in Brooklet,
Georgia and attended Clayton State College.
A memorial service was held at Lovejoy Family Church, 1683 McDonough Rd. Hampton, Ga. on Saturday, July 28th, 2018
A joining of family and friends visitation began at 1:00 p.m. and the service began at 2:00 p.m.
Cheryl was a writer, artist and animal lover and will be missed by her family and friends.
We are here today to remember my sister, Cheryl. Remember her? How could I ever
forget her?
Cheryl and I were born two years apart. Not only my sister, she was a friend, confidant,
partner in mischief, traveling buddy and fellow comedienne. When we were elementary
school age, we didn’t live together because she wouldn’t leave Mama and I wouldn’t
leave Grandma. But the summer was ours and we had great adventures.
Mama lived in Savannah. When I would go visit, Cheryl and I would scrounge for Pepsi Cola caps
because you could get into the Saturday movie shows at the Lucas Theater for 6 caps
apiece. Mama would give each of us 25 cents; a dime for the bus uptown and back and a
nickel for candy. Of course, we spent the bus dime back on candy and walked home. We
knew Mama would be mad if we walked home and that she would be looking out for us.
So we hid in the oleander bushes across the street from where Mama would be waiting.
When the right bus came and stopped and blocked sight of us, we got out of the bushes
and waited on the sidewalk. Then the bus took off and there was Mama. “Hey, Mama!”
we would call out and crossed the street and walked home. I don’t know if she ever
figured it out, but if she did, she knew how to keep a secret and let us think we out-
smarted her.
Cheryl was really smart and so beautiful. She did not think she was pretty, but she was.
As we grew up, she had a lot of friends. She made friends easily and a lot of them for life.
She gave good, sometimes sage advice and was always there with a sympathetic ear or
a hug. She loved the ocean and was a beach bum through and through! We both were.
She was the best dancer out of all six of us. She was fluid in moves and taught me all the
dances because I could never learn them on my own. I never understood how she could
dance like she could, yet be so clumsy! She would fall over anything including her own
feet. She would fall down and then look and me and say, “I’m not hurt so you can laugh.”
If she was hurt and I laughed, I got the stink eye. For example, we were going to a party
at our apartment clubhouse and I went down the steep stairs on the landing first. When I
got to the bottom and opened the door, I heard this BUMP, BUMP, BUMP behind me. I
turned around and Cheryl had slipped all the way down the stairs on her butt. “Are you
ok?!” I asked. “Yeah,” she said, “Let’s go.” She took a couple of steps and then became
rooted to the spot. We looked down. She had no heels on her shoes and the nails that
held them on were stuck in the carpet. Mind you, they were stack, high heels from the
70’s. We looked up the stairs and there they sat. Both heels, perfectly placed side by
side, on the landing at the beginning of the stairs. Busted a gut laughing is not the word
for it.
We loved to play dolls when we were little. We had paper dolls with paper clothes that
attached to the doll with tabs. No Barbies, but we had what we called “high-heel dolls.”
And bride dolls complete with wedding dress and veil. But nothing compared to the best
dolls of all, Erin and Sadie. She was a loving, fierce, mother. When they were born, we
finally had the ultimate dolls to dress and play with. She was an imaginative mother, but
not a crafty-mom. Erin would not let her be a crafty-mom because she didn’t want to
wear matching outfits. When I first saw Erin she was about a week old. She was laying on
Mama’s bed and Cheryl was changing her diaper. I cocked my head, looked at her and
said, “Wow, she looks like E.T.!” Cheryl became 10 feet tall on the bed and hotly said,
“My baby does NOT look like E.T.” I started backpedalling and saying that she just had
this long neck and that’s all I meant and she was really beautiful and look at those
beautiful blue eyes, and, and, and.... I don’t think she ever got over that!
She loved Mark and she loved her grandchildren, C.J. and Claudia. Erin told us about
C.J.’s dream right after she died. He said, “Mama, I saw Grandma and she was on big,
white steps. Her hair was long, her teeth were fixed and she was beautiful. She held my
hand and was smiling and we walked up the steps.” What a beautiful dream to have
about the Grandma you love. I hope it’s true and I choose to think it is.
A wise woman told me that when her son died, she got to the point where all she could say was his name, I love you, I miss you and I’m glad you’re not hurting anymore. And, for now, all I can say is, “Cheryl, I love you, I miss you, and I’m glad you’re not hurting anymore.”
Love,
Sara
INTO THE MYSTIC
We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won
As we sailed into the mystic.
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly
Into the mystic.
And when that fog horn blows
I will be coming home,
I want to hear it,
I don't have to fear it.
I wanna rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old,
Then magnificently we will float
Into the mystic.
-Van Morrison
illness. She was a native of Brooklet, Georgia. She was preceded in death by her
parents Charlie Sue Waters Richardson and John William Richardson of Brooklet, Ga.
Survivors include her daughter, Erin Lynn Murray, her spouse Mark J. Murray, and two
grandchildren, C. J. and Claudia all of Riverdale; two brothers, Richard Murray
Richardson of Forest Park and Homer J. Richardson of Jonesboro; three sisters,
Barbara Richardson Aeger of Omaha, Ga., Judy Richardson Tague of Jonesboro, and
Sara Richardson Parsons of Savannah; numerous nieces, nephews, great-nieces and
great-nephews. She was a graduate of Southeast Bulloch High School in Brooklet,
Georgia and attended Clayton State College.
A memorial service was held at Lovejoy Family Church, 1683 McDonough Rd. Hampton, Ga. on Saturday, July 28th, 2018
A joining of family and friends visitation began at 1:00 p.m. and the service began at 2:00 p.m.
Cheryl was a writer, artist and animal lover and will be missed by her family and friends.
We are here today to remember my sister, Cheryl. Remember her? How could I ever
forget her?
Cheryl and I were born two years apart. Not only my sister, she was a friend, confidant,
partner in mischief, traveling buddy and fellow comedienne. When we were elementary
school age, we didn’t live together because she wouldn’t leave Mama and I wouldn’t
leave Grandma. But the summer was ours and we had great adventures.
Mama lived in Savannah. When I would go visit, Cheryl and I would scrounge for Pepsi Cola caps
because you could get into the Saturday movie shows at the Lucas Theater for 6 caps
apiece. Mama would give each of us 25 cents; a dime for the bus uptown and back and a
nickel for candy. Of course, we spent the bus dime back on candy and walked home. We
knew Mama would be mad if we walked home and that she would be looking out for us.
So we hid in the oleander bushes across the street from where Mama would be waiting.
When the right bus came and stopped and blocked sight of us, we got out of the bushes
and waited on the sidewalk. Then the bus took off and there was Mama. “Hey, Mama!”
we would call out and crossed the street and walked home. I don’t know if she ever
figured it out, but if she did, she knew how to keep a secret and let us think we out-
smarted her.
Cheryl was really smart and so beautiful. She did not think she was pretty, but she was.
As we grew up, she had a lot of friends. She made friends easily and a lot of them for life.
She gave good, sometimes sage advice and was always there with a sympathetic ear or
a hug. She loved the ocean and was a beach bum through and through! We both were.
She was the best dancer out of all six of us. She was fluid in moves and taught me all the
dances because I could never learn them on my own. I never understood how she could
dance like she could, yet be so clumsy! She would fall over anything including her own
feet. She would fall down and then look and me and say, “I’m not hurt so you can laugh.”
If she was hurt and I laughed, I got the stink eye. For example, we were going to a party
at our apartment clubhouse and I went down the steep stairs on the landing first. When I
got to the bottom and opened the door, I heard this BUMP, BUMP, BUMP behind me. I
turned around and Cheryl had slipped all the way down the stairs on her butt. “Are you
ok?!” I asked. “Yeah,” she said, “Let’s go.” She took a couple of steps and then became
rooted to the spot. We looked down. She had no heels on her shoes and the nails that
held them on were stuck in the carpet. Mind you, they were stack, high heels from the
70’s. We looked up the stairs and there they sat. Both heels, perfectly placed side by
side, on the landing at the beginning of the stairs. Busted a gut laughing is not the word
for it.
We loved to play dolls when we were little. We had paper dolls with paper clothes that
attached to the doll with tabs. No Barbies, but we had what we called “high-heel dolls.”
And bride dolls complete with wedding dress and veil. But nothing compared to the best
dolls of all, Erin and Sadie. She was a loving, fierce, mother. When they were born, we
finally had the ultimate dolls to dress and play with. She was an imaginative mother, but
not a crafty-mom. Erin would not let her be a crafty-mom because she didn’t want to
wear matching outfits. When I first saw Erin she was about a week old. She was laying on
Mama’s bed and Cheryl was changing her diaper. I cocked my head, looked at her and
said, “Wow, she looks like E.T.!” Cheryl became 10 feet tall on the bed and hotly said,
“My baby does NOT look like E.T.” I started backpedalling and saying that she just had
this long neck and that’s all I meant and she was really beautiful and look at those
beautiful blue eyes, and, and, and.... I don’t think she ever got over that!
She loved Mark and she loved her grandchildren, C.J. and Claudia. Erin told us about
C.J.’s dream right after she died. He said, “Mama, I saw Grandma and she was on big,
white steps. Her hair was long, her teeth were fixed and she was beautiful. She held my
hand and was smiling and we walked up the steps.” What a beautiful dream to have
about the Grandma you love. I hope it’s true and I choose to think it is.
A wise woman told me that when her son died, she got to the point where all she could say was his name, I love you, I miss you and I’m glad you’re not hurting anymore. And, for now, all I can say is, “Cheryl, I love you, I miss you, and I’m glad you’re not hurting anymore.”
Love,
Sara
INTO THE MYSTIC
We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won
As we sailed into the mystic.
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly
Into the mystic.
And when that fog horn blows
I will be coming home,
I want to hear it,
I don't have to fear it.
I wanna rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old,
Then magnificently we will float
Into the mystic.
-Van Morrison
RIVERDALE, Ga. - Cheryl Lynn Richardson Murray, age 68, died June 16 after a long
illness. She was a native of Brooklet, Georgia. She was preceded in death by her
parents Charlie Sue Waters Richardson and John William Richardson of Brooklet, Ga.
Survivors include her daughter, Erin Lynn Murray, her spouse Mark J. Murray, and two
grandchildren, C. J. and Claudia all of Riverdale; two brothers, Richard Murray
Richardson of Forest Park and Homer J. Richardson of Jonesboro; three sisters,
Barbara Richardson Aeger of Omaha, Ga., Judy Richardson Tague of Jonesboro, and
Sara Richardson Parsons of Savannah; numerous nieces, nephews, great-nieces and
great-nephews. She was a graduate of Southeast Bulloch High School in Brooklet,
Georgia and attended Clayton State College.
A memorial service was held at Lovejoy Family Church, 1683 McDonough Rd. Hampton, Ga. on Saturday, July 28th, 2018
A joining of family and friends visitation began at 1:00 p.m. and the service began at 2:00 p.m.
Cheryl was a writer, artist and animal lover and will be missed by her family and friends.
We are here today to remember my sister, Cheryl. Remember her? How could I ever
forget her?
Cheryl and I were born two years apart. Not only my sister, she was a friend, confidant,
partner in mischief, traveling buddy and fellow comedienne. When we were elementary
school age, we didn’t live together because she wouldn’t leave Mama and I wouldn’t
leave Grandma. But the summer was ours and we had great adventures.
Mama lived in Savannah. When I would go visit, Cheryl and I would scrounge for Pepsi Cola caps
because you could get into the Saturday movie shows at the Lucas Theater for 6 caps
apiece. Mama would give each of us 25 cents; a dime for the bus uptown and back and a
nickel for candy. Of course, we spent the bus dime back on candy and walked home. We
knew Mama would be mad if we walked home and that she would be looking out for us.
So we hid in the oleander bushes across the street from where Mama would be waiting.
When the right bus came and stopped and blocked sight of us, we got out of the bushes
and waited on the sidewalk. Then the bus took off and there was Mama. “Hey, Mama!”
we would call out and crossed the street and walked home. I don’t know if she ever
figured it out, but if she did, she knew how to keep a secret and let us think we out-
smarted her.
Cheryl was really smart and so beautiful. She did not think she was pretty, but she was.
As we grew up, she had a lot of friends. She made friends easily and a lot of them for life.
She gave good, sometimes sage advice and was always there with a sympathetic ear or
a hug. She loved the ocean and was a beach bum through and through! We both were.
She was the best dancer out of all six of us. She was fluid in moves and taught me all the
dances because I could never learn them on my own. I never understood how she could
dance like she could, yet be so clumsy! She would fall over anything including her own
feet. She would fall down and then look and me and say, “I’m not hurt so you can laugh.”
If she was hurt and I laughed, I got the stink eye. For example, we were going to a party
at our apartment clubhouse and I went down the steep stairs on the landing first. When I
got to the bottom and opened the door, I heard this BUMP, BUMP, BUMP behind me. I
turned around and Cheryl had slipped all the way down the stairs on her butt. “Are you
ok?!” I asked. “Yeah,” she said, “Let’s go.” She took a couple of steps and then became
rooted to the spot. We looked down. She had no heels on her shoes and the nails that
held them on were stuck in the carpet. Mind you, they were stack, high heels from the
70’s. We looked up the stairs and there they sat. Both heels, perfectly placed side by
side, on the landing at the beginning of the stairs. Busted a gut laughing is not the word
for it.
We loved to play dolls when we were little. We had paper dolls with paper clothes that
attached to the doll with tabs. No Barbies, but we had what we called “high-heel dolls.”
And bride dolls complete with wedding dress and veil. But nothing compared to the best
dolls of all, Erin and Sadie. She was a loving, fierce, mother. When they were born, we
finally had the ultimate dolls to dress and play with. She was an imaginative mother, but
not a crafty-mom. Erin would not let her be a crafty-mom because she didn’t want to
wear matching outfits. When I first saw Erin she was about a week old. She was laying on
Mama’s bed and Cheryl was changing her diaper. I cocked my head, looked at her and
said, “Wow, she looks like E.T.!” Cheryl became 10 feet tall on the bed and hotly said,
“My baby does NOT look like E.T.” I started backpedalling and saying that she just had
this long neck and that’s all I meant and she was really beautiful and look at those
beautiful blue eyes, and, and, and.... I don’t think she ever got over that!
She loved Mark and she loved her grandchildren, C.J. and Claudia. Erin told us about
C.J.’s dream right after she died. He said, “Mama, I saw Grandma and she was on big,
white steps. Her hair was long, her teeth were fixed and she was beautiful. She held my
hand and was smiling and we walked up the steps.” What a beautiful dream to have
about the Grandma you love. I hope it’s true and I choose to think it is.
A wise woman told me that when her son died, she got to the point where all she could say was his name, I love you, I miss you and I’m glad you’re not hurting anymore. And, for now, all I can say is, “Cheryl, I love you, I miss you, and I’m glad you’re not hurting anymore.”
Love,
Sara
INTO THE MYSTIC
We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won
As we sailed into the mystic.
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly
Into the mystic.
And when that fog horn blows
I will be coming home,
I want to hear it,
I don't have to fear it.
I wanna rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old,
Then magnificently we will float
Into the mystic.
-Van Morrison
illness. She was a native of Brooklet, Georgia. She was preceded in death by her
parents Charlie Sue Waters Richardson and John William Richardson of Brooklet, Ga.
Survivors include her daughter, Erin Lynn Murray, her spouse Mark J. Murray, and two
grandchildren, C. J. and Claudia all of Riverdale; two brothers, Richard Murray
Richardson of Forest Park and Homer J. Richardson of Jonesboro; three sisters,
Barbara Richardson Aeger of Omaha, Ga., Judy Richardson Tague of Jonesboro, and
Sara Richardson Parsons of Savannah; numerous nieces, nephews, great-nieces and
great-nephews. She was a graduate of Southeast Bulloch High School in Brooklet,
Georgia and attended Clayton State College.
A memorial service was held at Lovejoy Family Church, 1683 McDonough Rd. Hampton, Ga. on Saturday, July 28th, 2018
A joining of family and friends visitation began at 1:00 p.m. and the service began at 2:00 p.m.
Cheryl was a writer, artist and animal lover and will be missed by her family and friends.
We are here today to remember my sister, Cheryl. Remember her? How could I ever
forget her?
Cheryl and I were born two years apart. Not only my sister, she was a friend, confidant,
partner in mischief, traveling buddy and fellow comedienne. When we were elementary
school age, we didn’t live together because she wouldn’t leave Mama and I wouldn’t
leave Grandma. But the summer was ours and we had great adventures.
Mama lived in Savannah. When I would go visit, Cheryl and I would scrounge for Pepsi Cola caps
because you could get into the Saturday movie shows at the Lucas Theater for 6 caps
apiece. Mama would give each of us 25 cents; a dime for the bus uptown and back and a
nickel for candy. Of course, we spent the bus dime back on candy and walked home. We
knew Mama would be mad if we walked home and that she would be looking out for us.
So we hid in the oleander bushes across the street from where Mama would be waiting.
When the right bus came and stopped and blocked sight of us, we got out of the bushes
and waited on the sidewalk. Then the bus took off and there was Mama. “Hey, Mama!”
we would call out and crossed the street and walked home. I don’t know if she ever
figured it out, but if she did, she knew how to keep a secret and let us think we out-
smarted her.
Cheryl was really smart and so beautiful. She did not think she was pretty, but she was.
As we grew up, she had a lot of friends. She made friends easily and a lot of them for life.
She gave good, sometimes sage advice and was always there with a sympathetic ear or
a hug. She loved the ocean and was a beach bum through and through! We both were.
She was the best dancer out of all six of us. She was fluid in moves and taught me all the
dances because I could never learn them on my own. I never understood how she could
dance like she could, yet be so clumsy! She would fall over anything including her own
feet. She would fall down and then look and me and say, “I’m not hurt so you can laugh.”
If she was hurt and I laughed, I got the stink eye. For example, we were going to a party
at our apartment clubhouse and I went down the steep stairs on the landing first. When I
got to the bottom and opened the door, I heard this BUMP, BUMP, BUMP behind me. I
turned around and Cheryl had slipped all the way down the stairs on her butt. “Are you
ok?!” I asked. “Yeah,” she said, “Let’s go.” She took a couple of steps and then became
rooted to the spot. We looked down. She had no heels on her shoes and the nails that
held them on were stuck in the carpet. Mind you, they were stack, high heels from the
70’s. We looked up the stairs and there they sat. Both heels, perfectly placed side by
side, on the landing at the beginning of the stairs. Busted a gut laughing is not the word
for it.
We loved to play dolls when we were little. We had paper dolls with paper clothes that
attached to the doll with tabs. No Barbies, but we had what we called “high-heel dolls.”
And bride dolls complete with wedding dress and veil. But nothing compared to the best
dolls of all, Erin and Sadie. She was a loving, fierce, mother. When they were born, we
finally had the ultimate dolls to dress and play with. She was an imaginative mother, but
not a crafty-mom. Erin would not let her be a crafty-mom because she didn’t want to
wear matching outfits. When I first saw Erin she was about a week old. She was laying on
Mama’s bed and Cheryl was changing her diaper. I cocked my head, looked at her and
said, “Wow, she looks like E.T.!” Cheryl became 10 feet tall on the bed and hotly said,
“My baby does NOT look like E.T.” I started backpedalling and saying that she just had
this long neck and that’s all I meant and she was really beautiful and look at those
beautiful blue eyes, and, and, and.... I don’t think she ever got over that!
She loved Mark and she loved her grandchildren, C.J. and Claudia. Erin told us about
C.J.’s dream right after she died. He said, “Mama, I saw Grandma and she was on big,
white steps. Her hair was long, her teeth were fixed and she was beautiful. She held my
hand and was smiling and we walked up the steps.” What a beautiful dream to have
about the Grandma you love. I hope it’s true and I choose to think it is.
A wise woman told me that when her son died, she got to the point where all she could say was his name, I love you, I miss you and I’m glad you’re not hurting anymore. And, for now, all I can say is, “Cheryl, I love you, I miss you, and I’m glad you’re not hurting anymore.”
Love,
Sara
INTO THE MYSTIC
We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won
As we sailed into the mystic.
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly
Into the mystic.
And when that fog horn blows
I will be coming home,
I want to hear it,
I don't have to fear it.
I wanna rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old,
Then magnificently we will float
Into the mystic.
-Van Morrison
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