Margaret Lee Ruff

My mom. I miss you and love you.

Margie you are my last sister, so young and so sick... I have gone shopping and the first thing I see is something to send to you or Buster. I am not a crier sure wish I was my heart is breaking... I was the one that named you guess the folks ran out of names when you came along... You were so tiny. 4# when you were born. But then you never did get much bigger. I have always loved you so much, we shared a lot of memories.... I know you are in Gods loving arms, no more pain.... No...

I can never forget your laugh. Your whole body seemed to sparkle. I remember going to work with you across from the dogtract. I did a mountain of dishes there! I remember you farm house and the night I was watching your kids and a goat busted in the kitchen. I remember your little house where I fried my first french fry. And the look on your face when I dumped them all in the fryer at once. You didn't have it easy but you were always quick with a smile. And that is how I think of you now....

I love you and will miss you.