I miss you soo...much. Love Cynthia
Mrs. Ruth Moody, age 93, of 102 Hutchins Moody Road in Hogansville, Ga. died Tuesday, June 23, 2015 at West Georgia Health in LaGrange.
Funeral services will be held Saturday June 27, 2015 at 11:00 AM at Springfield Baptist Church in Hogansville Georgia.
Pastor Reginald Wade will officiate and Rev. Joseph McGuire will be the Eulogist.
Interment will follow in the Myrtle Hill Cemetery.
Thrash and Sons Funeral Home. 706- 637-8791, Fax 706-637-8796.
www.thrashfuneralhome.com
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Leave a tributeI miss you soo...much. Love Cynthia
To my family there is no distance in spirit. My thoughts and prayers are with you...
Grandma told me to remember "God don't make mistakes". Keep looking up and stay strong in faith just like she did!
We are praying for your strength. We know you miss her.
The strain and the pain will eventually ease, but the love goes on..
May your pleasant memories sustain and comfort you.
Please know that you all are in our thoughts and prayers..
On behalf of Min. Frances Robinson and New Beginnings Women's Ministry
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I miss you soo...much. Love Cynthia
I remember when I was about 8 years old - how there was an old man that lived in a shack around the corner from us on Chestnut St, in Newark. When grandma found out about him - every day she would have me to take him a plate of food. One day she told me to invite him to the house. I was sort of scared of him because he wore torn and dirty clothes and he was a white man; but that didn't matter to her.
Grandma invited in and had him to sit at the kitchen table.She offered him a cup of coffee, some of her great tasting biscuts and eggs. I went back outside to play - but when I came back - she had given him some of my grandfather's clothes, then had me fill the bathtub with water for him and gave him a razor to shave with. I don't know what she said to him (POP - we called the man) but he went and cleaned himself up. Pop came back every day after that and would sit and talk to grandma . And he took as many baths as he wanted. And eventually he became a friend of the family and would sing and tell us stories about when he was a little boy.
She had this type of love for people and always opened her heart and home to others. This was my frist lesson about compassion for others and not jugding others because of the way they looked on the outside. She just didn't read the Bible - she lived it!!