Wife of Lee Jackson Cruse∼W/O Lee Jackson Cruse
Sula Mae Rankin-Cruse of High Springs, Florida died in her home following a lengthy illness. She was 91.
Mrs. Cruse was born in Newberry, South Carolina, and moved to High Springs 78 years ago. She was a retired packer with Copeland Sausage Co. and attended First Church of The Nazarene in High Springs.
Survivors include three daughters, Margaret Tyndale of High Springs, Viola Hodge of Leesburg and Ramona Lovin of High Springs; two sons Lonnie Jackson Cruse and William Eugene Cruse, both of High Springs; 19 grandchildren, 38 great-grandchildren and 16 great-great-grandchildren.
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Everything remains as it was.
The old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no sorrow in your tone.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that 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 effort
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.
All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting, when we meet again.
Sula Mae Rankin-Cruse of High Springs, Florida died in her home following a lengthy illness. She was 91.
Mrs. Cruse was born in Newberry, South Carolina, and moved to High Springs 78 years ago. She was a retired packer with Copeland Sausage Co. and attended First Church of The Nazarene in High Springs.
Survivors include three daughters, Margaret Tyndale of High Springs, Viola Hodge of Leesburg and Ramona Lovin of High Springs; two sons Lonnie Jackson Cruse and William Eugene Cruse, both of High Springs; 19 grandchildren, 38 great-grandchildren and 16 great-great-grandchildren.
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Everything remains as it was.
The old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no sorrow in your tone.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that 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 effort
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.
All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting, when we meet again.
Wife of Lee Jackson Cruse∼W/O Lee Jackson Cruse
Sula Mae Rankin-Cruse of High Springs, Florida died in her home following a lengthy illness. She was 91.
Mrs. Cruse was born in Newberry, South Carolina, and moved to High Springs 78 years ago. She was a retired packer with Copeland Sausage Co. and attended First Church of The Nazarene in High Springs.
Survivors include three daughters, Margaret Tyndale of High Springs, Viola Hodge of Leesburg and Ramona Lovin of High Springs; two sons Lonnie Jackson Cruse and William Eugene Cruse, both of High Springs; 19 grandchildren, 38 great-grandchildren and 16 great-great-grandchildren.
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Everything remains as it was.
The old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no sorrow in your tone.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that 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 effort
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.
All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting, when we meet again.
Sula Mae Rankin-Cruse of High Springs, Florida died in her home following a lengthy illness. She was 91.
Mrs. Cruse was born in Newberry, South Carolina, and moved to High Springs 78 years ago. She was a retired packer with Copeland Sausage Co. and attended First Church of The Nazarene in High Springs.
Survivors include three daughters, Margaret Tyndale of High Springs, Viola Hodge of Leesburg and Ramona Lovin of High Springs; two sons Lonnie Jackson Cruse and William Eugene Cruse, both of High Springs; 19 grandchildren, 38 great-grandchildren and 16 great-great-grandchildren.
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Everything remains as it was.
The old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no sorrow in your tone.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that 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 effort
Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.
All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost.
One brief moment and all will be as it was before.
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting, when we meet again.
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