Remembrance

Sally Weeks Cranmore was born in 1938, and had four sisters, one of which didn't survive infancy. Her father fought in World War II and would bear the effects of PTSD for the rest of his life. She married in 1956, three weeks before her 19th birthday and had three children before she was 21. She loved them fiercely. Illness kept her hospitalized for great lengths of time, but that didn't stop her from playing with her children. Stories abound of her making mud pies in the yard or testing out a home-made go-cart. In 1978, her first grandchild was born. Four more would follow by 1985. Then came a great-granddaughter in 2003. Adoption brought her two more great-granddaughters in 2004 and 2006. 2011 gave her a great-great-grandson. She made the most delicious biscuits in the world. She was terrified of thunderstorms. She loved anything red and/or sparkly. She had an incredible sweet-tooth. She managed the finances if her home to the penny, documenting everything that was spent and leaving notes about each transaction. She stood by her husband through harder times than I can imagine and cared for him through his three heart attacks. She sewed for her children. She took care of everyone around her. She hugged and kissed nearly everyone she knew every time she saw them. She would give away her last possession to help others. Her faith never wavered and was an example to everyone around her.

Sally Cranmore passed away suddenly on Saturday morning, June 2nd, to the great shock and sadness of her husband of 55 years, her three children, her five grandchildren, her three great-grandchildren and to everyone who knew and loved her.

I am the first of those five grandchildren. I was and will always be "Granny's Baby". Her worth was far above rubies.

"Her children rise up and call her blessed; Her husband also, and he praises her." Proverbs 31:28




- by Erica
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