Stella M. Pridemore of Bradenton died March 25th, 2009.
Services will be in Cincinnati. Arrangements are by Hodapp Funeral Home, Cincinnati.
Survivors include her daughter, Janet Stewart; nine grandchildren; 16 great-grandchildren; two great-great-grandchildren; also survived by many nieces and nephews.
She was the wife of the late Lawrence Pridemore, mother of the late Albert R. "Sonny" Sunders, mother-in-law of Charlene Sunders, and sister of the late Rudy Danzinger, Ann Kincaid, Marie Bollinger and Albert Danzinger.
Published in Herald Tribune from April 1 to April 2, 2009
I wrote this letter for Grandma's funeral. My sister, our mom and I were in Florida with Grandma and 3 days before she passed our Uncle Sonny died suddenly, so our cousins were dealing with that and I wanted them to know we included them in our time with Grandma.
Grandma, I tell people you were 93 years old and living on your own in Florida and driving and line dancing up until two weeks prior to you passing. People are amazed, but those people don't know you like we do. While in the hospital, Mom had gone out for a while and came back to find you sitting up exercising in bed! And while in hospice, shaking your fist at Trisha for tickling your nose, and saying my name when I got there. We told you about our families and our cousins and their families, what was going on with everyone and watched you smile. Sometimes we played music for you to dance to, because we knew how much you loved that. We held your hand and you held ours as we chatted away and as hard it was for you to talk, you did. We listened to the people at the Eagle's Village and the 7 Eleven (who pumped your gas!), and Stacy's Buffet and people told us how sweet you were and such a beautiful lady and how much you will be missed. Grumpy (neighbor) said he need to buy an alarm clock now because he rose when you went to breakfast and went to bed when you came in from dancing. The outpouring of love, kindness and sorrow were almost overwhelming.
Then the time came to pack your house; oh how the memories came flooding back, you had pictures in every drawer, nook and cranny. The Christmases, Thanksgivings and plain old family gatherings, it was one of the hardest things we've ever done. We wore your jewelry and your turbans, we folded your clothes with great care and love and wished it wasn't so. And today Grandma we will cry again and hopefully we will find a few smiles for those special things we each remember about you.
I sobbed when I wrote it and today, 3 years later I cried as I read it again and typed it here. I still have her seashell necklace hanging in my truck.
Services will be in Cincinnati. Arrangements are by Hodapp Funeral Home, Cincinnati.
Survivors include her daughter, Janet Stewart; nine grandchildren; 16 great-grandchildren; two great-great-grandchildren; also survived by many nieces and nephews.
She was the wife of the late Lawrence Pridemore, mother of the late Albert R. "Sonny" Sunders, mother-in-law of Charlene Sunders, and sister of the late Rudy Danzinger, Ann Kincaid, Marie Bollinger and Albert Danzinger.
Published in Herald Tribune from April 1 to April 2, 2009
I wrote this letter for Grandma's funeral. My sister, our mom and I were in Florida with Grandma and 3 days before she passed our Uncle Sonny died suddenly, so our cousins were dealing with that and I wanted them to know we included them in our time with Grandma.
Grandma, I tell people you were 93 years old and living on your own in Florida and driving and line dancing up until two weeks prior to you passing. People are amazed, but those people don't know you like we do. While in the hospital, Mom had gone out for a while and came back to find you sitting up exercising in bed! And while in hospice, shaking your fist at Trisha for tickling your nose, and saying my name when I got there. We told you about our families and our cousins and their families, what was going on with everyone and watched you smile. Sometimes we played music for you to dance to, because we knew how much you loved that. We held your hand and you held ours as we chatted away and as hard it was for you to talk, you did. We listened to the people at the Eagle's Village and the 7 Eleven (who pumped your gas!), and Stacy's Buffet and people told us how sweet you were and such a beautiful lady and how much you will be missed. Grumpy (neighbor) said he need to buy an alarm clock now because he rose when you went to breakfast and went to bed when you came in from dancing. The outpouring of love, kindness and sorrow were almost overwhelming.
Then the time came to pack your house; oh how the memories came flooding back, you had pictures in every drawer, nook and cranny. The Christmases, Thanksgivings and plain old family gatherings, it was one of the hardest things we've ever done. We wore your jewelry and your turbans, we folded your clothes with great care and love and wished it wasn't so. And today Grandma we will cry again and hopefully we will find a few smiles for those special things we each remember about you.
I sobbed when I wrote it and today, 3 years later I cried as I read it again and typed it here. I still have her seashell necklace hanging in my truck.
Stella M. Pridemore of Bradenton died March 25th, 2009.
Services will be in Cincinnati. Arrangements are by Hodapp Funeral Home, Cincinnati.
Survivors include her daughter, Janet Stewart; nine grandchildren; 16 great-grandchildren; two great-great-grandchildren; also survived by many nieces and nephews.
She was the wife of the late Lawrence Pridemore, mother of the late Albert R. "Sonny" Sunders, mother-in-law of Charlene Sunders, and sister of the late Rudy Danzinger, Ann Kincaid, Marie Bollinger and Albert Danzinger.
Published in Herald Tribune from April 1 to April 2, 2009
I wrote this letter for Grandma's funeral. My sister, our mom and I were in Florida with Grandma and 3 days before she passed our Uncle Sonny died suddenly, so our cousins were dealing with that and I wanted them to know we included them in our time with Grandma.
Grandma, I tell people you were 93 years old and living on your own in Florida and driving and line dancing up until two weeks prior to you passing. People are amazed, but those people don't know you like we do. While in the hospital, Mom had gone out for a while and came back to find you sitting up exercising in bed! And while in hospice, shaking your fist at Trisha for tickling your nose, and saying my name when I got there. We told you about our families and our cousins and their families, what was going on with everyone and watched you smile. Sometimes we played music for you to dance to, because we knew how much you loved that. We held your hand and you held ours as we chatted away and as hard it was for you to talk, you did. We listened to the people at the Eagle's Village and the 7 Eleven (who pumped your gas!), and Stacy's Buffet and people told us how sweet you were and such a beautiful lady and how much you will be missed. Grumpy (neighbor) said he need to buy an alarm clock now because he rose when you went to breakfast and went to bed when you came in from dancing. The outpouring of love, kindness and sorrow were almost overwhelming.
Then the time came to pack your house; oh how the memories came flooding back, you had pictures in every drawer, nook and cranny. The Christmases, Thanksgivings and plain old family gatherings, it was one of the hardest things we've ever done. We wore your jewelry and your turbans, we folded your clothes with great care and love and wished it wasn't so. And today Grandma we will cry again and hopefully we will find a few smiles for those special things we each remember about you.
I sobbed when I wrote it and today, 3 years later I cried as I read it again and typed it here. I still have her seashell necklace hanging in my truck.
Services will be in Cincinnati. Arrangements are by Hodapp Funeral Home, Cincinnati.
Survivors include her daughter, Janet Stewart; nine grandchildren; 16 great-grandchildren; two great-great-grandchildren; also survived by many nieces and nephews.
She was the wife of the late Lawrence Pridemore, mother of the late Albert R. "Sonny" Sunders, mother-in-law of Charlene Sunders, and sister of the late Rudy Danzinger, Ann Kincaid, Marie Bollinger and Albert Danzinger.
Published in Herald Tribune from April 1 to April 2, 2009
I wrote this letter for Grandma's funeral. My sister, our mom and I were in Florida with Grandma and 3 days before she passed our Uncle Sonny died suddenly, so our cousins were dealing with that and I wanted them to know we included them in our time with Grandma.
Grandma, I tell people you were 93 years old and living on your own in Florida and driving and line dancing up until two weeks prior to you passing. People are amazed, but those people don't know you like we do. While in the hospital, Mom had gone out for a while and came back to find you sitting up exercising in bed! And while in hospice, shaking your fist at Trisha for tickling your nose, and saying my name when I got there. We told you about our families and our cousins and their families, what was going on with everyone and watched you smile. Sometimes we played music for you to dance to, because we knew how much you loved that. We held your hand and you held ours as we chatted away and as hard it was for you to talk, you did. We listened to the people at the Eagle's Village and the 7 Eleven (who pumped your gas!), and Stacy's Buffet and people told us how sweet you were and such a beautiful lady and how much you will be missed. Grumpy (neighbor) said he need to buy an alarm clock now because he rose when you went to breakfast and went to bed when you came in from dancing. The outpouring of love, kindness and sorrow were almost overwhelming.
Then the time came to pack your house; oh how the memories came flooding back, you had pictures in every drawer, nook and cranny. The Christmases, Thanksgivings and plain old family gatherings, it was one of the hardest things we've ever done. We wore your jewelry and your turbans, we folded your clothes with great care and love and wished it wasn't so. And today Grandma we will cry again and hopefully we will find a few smiles for those special things we each remember about you.
I sobbed when I wrote it and today, 3 years later I cried as I read it again and typed it here. I still have her seashell necklace hanging in my truck.
