BobbieSue

So sorry about the passing of your Mom. I didn't get the pleasure of meeting her, but I sure know how much you love her~
Praying for you~

Lisa Helton

Green Paint

One of the memories that comes to mind when I think of "Mrs. Renick" is green paint. Bobbie Sue and I would be leaving St Mary's; she would say," I have to pick up paint for my mom before we head home." What color, I would say? "Oh, the usual green." I'm pretty sure we did that a few times during our high scool days. I always wondered if we could spice things up with a different color, but

Green Paint

One of the memories that comes to mind when I think of "Mrs. Renick" is green paint. Bobbie Sue and I would be leaving St Mary's; she would say," I have to pick up paint for my mom before we head home." What color, I would say? "Oh, the usual green." I'm pretty sure we did that a few times during our high scool days. I always wondered if we could spice things up with a different color, but no...Mrs. Renick was particular about her green (a specific, beautiful, pale shade.)

I'm blessed for having known Mrs. Renick. I'm sure she is painting heaven that beautiful color.

Diane, Mike, Terry & Bobbie Sue
I am so sad to learn of the passing of your mom. Such a flood of memories come to me of growing up with you all. You all didn't realize, nor did I at the time, but your family & home were stability in my life of moving and changing schools. My second home. My second mom. I could probably write a book thinking back. The times I called your number and started talking to

Diane, Mike, Terry & Bobbie Sue
I am so sad to learn of the passing of your mom. Such a flood of memories come to me of growing up with you all. You all didn't realize, nor did I at the time, but your family & home were stability in my life of moving and changing schools. My second home. My second mom. I could probably write a book thinking back. The times I called your number and started talking to "mom" only to have yours interrupt... the fights Diane & I would have and she would be the peacemaker. Spending the night. Dot. Your mom asking us to let Bobbie Sue to tag along & me never minding because I didn't have a sister. Mike & Terry teasing me mercilessly. Your house. I loved your house. I loved your family. Know that she was loved; as are all of you. Juli

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without affect,
without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolutely unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you,
for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just around the corner.
All is well.

Canon Henry Scott-Holland, 1847-1918,
Canon of St Paul's Cathedral

Dear Renick Family,
There are few things more difficult than dealing with the loss of a loved one. We, along with our staff, are honored and humbled that you have chosen our family to care for your family during this time. It is our hope that we have been able, in some small way, to lighten your burden and give proper reverence to a life lived. Please let us know if we can be of further service.

Respectfully,

Brian and Bruce Buchanan
4th Generation Owners
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