Sherrie Jo Hendricks

"My Daughter calls me Snow White, Hubby says it's a zoo... to me its home :)"
Our Beloved Sherrie Jo Hendricks departed this earthly life to be with her Lord on June 03 2025, at the age of 68, after battling cancer.
She was born April 3rd 1957 in Modesto, California and is preceded in death by her parents, E.J. & Estelle, her daughter, Carole Mott, and granddaughter Tashia Cox.
She is deeply loved by her Husband, Tim Hendricks, her children Christopher, Wendy, and Ermal; her grandchildren Joshua, Chloe, Tiffani, Dakota, Sophia, Ethan, Gwendolyn, Marie, Kirsten and Xavia; her great-grandchildren Marley, Jax, Raelynn, Mason, Trinity, Aubrey, Oliver, Josie, Lainey, and Julius and many friends.
She was a member of several animal rescue groups, prominent in the online art and crafting community as an Admin, and regularly offered love and advice for fellow artists and those seeking to learn about art.
To her husband she was a grounding force, a cricket on his shoulder, source of peace and wisdom, but he swears she could've taught sarcasm in college.
To her children and grandchildren, she was an amazing mother, beyond loving. No matter who you were, she could never love you any less.
She taught her grandson Joshua how to treat a woman, and everything about nature; the flowers, leaves, trees and how to appreciate them all.
A lover of nature, her family called her the Dragonfly Whisperer, and she taught the kids how to hold out their fingers to call dragonflies.
Her kindness and encouragement were a blessing to all of those around her.
Sherrie took in lost souls. People and animals alike.
She felt that if you took in an animal, that you were a making a lifetime commitment, and carried that with her; rescuing countless cats, dogs, exotic birds and other animals. She was well known to sacrifice of herself to give her rescue pets what they needed.
She had a generous heart and when wearing any piece of jewelry that she made, was known to give it away to anyone who admired it. If she gave you something-it wasn't to sit on a shelf-it was to be used and loved.
Sherrie was so sweet that when things went wrong, she would use phrases like "Pop Tart Farts", "Oh My Stars", and "Fiddlesticks"
She had a magic in her fingers and she could make something from nothing; thoughtfully bringing ideas to life in every detail.
She always taught that if it were handmade, it made it special, because in art there are no mistakes.
A true connoisseur of the arts, she would master one project and move on to the learn and perfect something new and entirely different.
A talented seamstress, she made handmade dolls, worked with clay, needlefelt, taught crochet and knitting, did extensive resin work, and worked with every other medium she could get her hands on.
She loved Halloween and would craft intricate costumes. Most notably the handmade Wicked Witch of the West. She dressed her husband as a Winky Foot Soldier and went to the hospitals to lift people's spirits. "Don't make me get out my flying monkeys..."
Sherrie saw life as a blank canvas and her hands were always busy but never in a rushed way, everything she touched turned into something beautiful.
Her home smelled faintly of lavender and old books, with little corners filled with yarn, paintbrushes, and half-finished masterpieces waiting for a quiet moment to come alive.
Her resin pieces shimmered like captured star-light, her crochet work so detailed it looked like lace spun by fairies.
She could sculpt emotion into clay-tiny figurines with knowing smiles and gentle postures, like they held secrets only she understood.
Every gift she gave was handmade, wrapped in love, often with a note written in her loopy cursive: "Made just for you, sweetheart." Her craft room was a wonderland-jars of buttons, rainbow threads, and beads sorted by size and sparkle.
Wonderous; but what made her truly special wasn't just her art-it was how she shared it. She was patient and kind, always saying "If you make it with love, its already perfect".
Even now, her spirit lingers in every blanket she stitched, every charm she cast in resin, every mug glazed with care. She didn't just create things-she created warmth, beauty, and memories that never fade.
Sherrie was kind, caring, creative, loving, and most of all-Loved.
She leaves behind a family who adores her, friends who cherish her, and a world that's a little brighter because she was in it.
We will carry her spirit with us always; in every flower that blooms, every craft project we start, every moment we take to slow down and see the beauty around us.
She didn't just create art she made a home.
If Sherrie were here right now, she would tell you that you need to do your happy dance and dance like no one is watching.
And most importantly...
Always look for the silver lining.
Keep a smile on your face and remember...
"You Got This Baby!"