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From:
Bruce Bordelon
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Monday, December 12, 2016
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For those who were unable to attend the service, and for those who came and asked for a copy of the video memorializing Mom's life, it can be streamed and/or downloaded at:
• https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B38XWCYsoMUWS3VpeXhGNVhYT1E/view?usp=sharing (in 1080p, 1.8GB)
or
• https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B38XWCYsoMUWMGROTTdrTTVVX0E/view?usp=sharing (in 720p, 1.0GB)
Cilck the white downward arrow in the upper right corner to download, or the play button on the video to view.
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From:
Thomas Richstatter
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Sunday, December 4, 2016
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With tears in my eyes I learned of the death of my dear, dear friend Ruth Bordelon. The thought of her passing calls up multiple cherished memories of those days in Paris when she “mothered” me along with the five other men in the house. At a very dark time in my life when I thought I had nowhere to turn, Ruth and Lamar—out of the blue— said: “Well, just come and live with us!” After consulting their boys, the decision was made; and I moved into the guest bedroom on the third floor where I lived for the remainder of their time in Paris. They even gave me the house (and King, the faithful dog) during their summer vacation in Texas so that I had a quiet space to write my doctoral thesis. This experience of being the “live-in priest” established deep bonds of friendship and respect that have endured through the years. By sheer coincidence as I received the news of her death I was in the midst of writing a paper for the North American Academy of Liturgy in which I had used Ruth’s skill at baking chocolate birthday cake in a foreign country as an example of a complex liturgical issue! I carry a part of her with me always. My condolences to her family who loved her dearly. Great is their loss. I pray their grief is tempered by their confident trust in her Heavenly Father who has received her into his loving embrace. “Lord, for your faithful people life is changed, not ended…” as we pray at the funeral liturgy.
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From:
vernon davidson
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Sunday, December 4, 2016
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Ruth was the first person I met when I moved 2 houses down in January of 1992. The warm smile, the heart felt welcome, reminded me of my granny and that's exactly how I felt about her as our relationship grew. I will forever miss her. As a single dad, she helped me out of many jams, be it help with watching my son Gage, our being nurse Ruth when I didn't know what to do or where to turn. She was always there when there was a need. I am proud to say that she was the best neighbor I could ever ask for. My heart is heavy, as I drink my morning coffee from one of the gifts she had given me in the past. Ruth will truly be missed...I and my son are blessed she came into our lives.
Forever Friends,
Love Vernon
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