RUTH ANN PARTY FEB 16/72 - MAR 20/06
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Where do I start, Ruthie was like a sister to me. I loved her spirit and her outlook on life. Ruthie loved to write and sing music. She loved the mountains and roses. She had a smile for everyone and huggers galore. Although she was ill, she was full of life and loved to live. She was the moon hovering with love. She always said smile, make them wonder what your up to. Her favorite stone was a sapphire, her favorite color was Royal Blue, and her favorite thing was to laugh. Ruthie's real family were her online friends, we became her family and she became part of ours. I will always remember her beautiful voice and words. I love you, Ruthie....RIP .... heaven has a new special Angel to watch us.
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This is very importaint. This is a letter from Ruth and has asked me to send on to all of you for her at this time. I do not know of
anything else to say other then please read the letter. Thanks, Heidi.
i asked many of u 2 give me one word 2 discribe me... i never recieved the same word twice. alluring, nice, faithfull, unique, great,
wonderfull, sweet, couragious, sexy, increadable, thoughtfull, mischivious n kindly were the words i recieved. I believe everyone
is all of these n more... no one can b sumed up in one word.
There is one way i can sum up who i am. A poem i wrote discribing my name some time ago n what it means 2 me n why.
I Am the Moon
by Ruth A. P.
I am the one who silently watches over everyone
and keeps a light in their life in the dark
when they r the most frightened.
I do not judge 4 i love all i see.
I am unique, one of a kind.
I may change how u see me,
but I will never truly change.
If u look close enough u will see the true me.
U will see my faults and u will see my glory.
U can block me out, but i will always b there
waiting for u 2 reopen the curtains and let my light in.
I am the Moon.
For answers we all search to lifes most painful questions. But to no avail we only find sorrow and pain. We search and search all we
get is more lost, n we cannot find the answer 2 one single question. 2 me, the hardest of all these life questions is the one that hits
us the most.
" How 2 say good bye?"
There is something that had touched my heart n helped me get through my hardships. I would like 4 u all 2 print it n read it n try 2
understand we are all here 4 a reason.
God's Needle Work
When I was a little girl, my mother used to embroider a great deal.
I would sit at her knee and look up from the floor and ask what she was doing.
She informed me that she was embroidering. I told her that it looked like a mess
from where I was. As from the underside I watched her work from within the
boundaries of the little round hoop that she held in her hand,
I complained to her that it sure looked messy from where I sat.
She would smile at me, look down and gently say, "My daughter,
you go about your playing for awhile and when I am finished embroidering,
I will put you on my knee and let you see it from my side."
I would wonder why she was using some dark threads along with the bright ones
and why they seemed so jumbled from my view. Time would pass and then I would hear
Mother's voice say, "Daughter, come sit on my knee."
This I did only to be surprised and thrilled to see a beautiful flower or sunset.
The darker threads highlighted and formed frames around the brightly colored threads.
I could not believe it, because from the underneath it looked so messy.
Then mother would say to me, "My daughter, from underneath it did look messy
and jumbled, but you did not realize that there was a pre-drawn plan on the top.
It was a design. I was only following it. Now look at it from my side, and you will
see what I was doing."
Many times through the years I have looked up to my Heavenly Father
and said, "Father, what are you doing?" He has answered, "I am embroidering your life.
" I say, "But it looks like a mess to me. It seems so jumbled. The threads seem so dark.
Why can't they all be bright?" The Father seems to tell me,
"My child, you go about your business of doing My business and one day
I will bring you up to Heaven and put you on my knee and you will see the plan from My side."
~*~ Author Unknown ~*~
Still the question stands: "How 2 say godbye?" i dont believe u can ever say goodbye. 4 every one lives in your heart or thoughts.
All i can do is b eturnaly thankfull 4 being introduced 2 all i have met. Good or bad i have grown from the experiances.
i have asked Hedi 2 pass this on 2 u all 4 me, i know its long, but then when have i not sat n rambled on?! Remember 2 smile 4 it
makes people wonder what uve been up 2. There is only one thing left i wanted 2 say, n i saw it as i child on a favorite tv show. i will
quote it n end this letter. It sums up all i wish 2 say.
from Littlehouse on the Prarie
4 all of u loved ones and friends alike... "Remember me with smiles and laughter, for that is how I'll remember you all. If you can
only remember me with tears, then don't remember me at all".
Huge Huggers
Ruth Anne Party
2/16/72 - 3/20/06
Obituary
Ruth Ann Party, 34
Ruth Ann Party, died at her residence on March 20, 2006 after a three year battle with cancer.
She was born to John and Carolyn Adams on Feb. 16, 1972, in Denver. She lived her life in Colorado, going to scholl throughout metro Denver and graduating from Lakewood Sr. high.
She is survived by her father, now living in Metford, ore.
No funeral services were held and at her request, her body was cremated. A private blessing service was held March 24 at her residence.
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Ruthie age 2, with her Mom and Brother
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Ruthie looking mighty hip in 1993
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Ruthie Christmas 2004 >>>>>>>>>
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The Entire Staff and membership of EP are saddened by the news of the loss of our friend Ruthie (sapphire_moon72 aka moonshine_four_years) She was a great friend to many of us. We will all miss her but, as per her last wishes, think of her with a smile and never forget her "huggers" Farewell friend..We love ya! You touched our hearts forever :-D Our thoughts and prayers are with Ruths family and friends.
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The dates on these pic's are wrong because they are pictures taken of pictures.
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Ruthie age 17...Fall of 89
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Ruthie and her Mom , Ruthie was 18
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Ruthie loved to write and sing music, the voice you hear is hers.
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