It is with a heavy heart I share this, but as most of you who are friends with my family have heard that my sister, Rhonda K. Woods passed- away yesterday, 01/09/2015, at her home in her sleep. For those of you that have expressed your condolences, thank you from my family and I. Most of my friends did not know my sister Rhonda as she was 17 years my elder but she is probably the one of my siblings I was most alike. She was blonde hair and blue eyed like myself, unlike the brothers in between us who were brown hair, brown eyed and very “Clary” like in their appearance, where as Rhonda and I took after my father . I remember my brothers “joking” with me that I was adopted and when I was would retort back with “why do I look like Rhonda” they would tell me I was adopted from the same family as hers. Brothers, you have to love them. I did not get to share some of the same childhood memories that my brothers did as she had moved out for most of my childhood years, but looking back I realize that she probably influenced me the most. My sister and I like my father may appear to be unassuming from the exterior, but inside us there was a heart of a lion that intensely loved those we cherish, and would defend those that we love with everything within us. We were cut from the same cloth as my father, in our looks and in our hearts. I remember her being a very intelligent, hard working, and loyal worker, and I looked up to her and wanted to emulate that when I got older. My father raised us in that manner and she exemplified and modeled that for my brothers and I. She was a loyal and employee worked for the same company for many years, just as I have. I fondly remember her taking me to her indoor and outdoor soccer games and she birthed in my a love for the game. That was a special time for me because for me because it is where I got most of my one on one time with her. From the rides to and from the soccer complex, to practicing with her on the small practice fields at the indoor facility that was our time. In fact thinking back I played the same position as her. Over the past few years my sister endured accidents, injuries, and sickness that may have altered her physically but nothing changed the loving compassionate heart that beat inside her. She loved her family and their families, and will be sorely missed. I love and miss you Rhonda K. but I know that Dad and Cindy are happy to see you.
Posted on: Sat, 10 Jan 2015 16:30:47 +0000
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