In Memory

Dennis "Denny" Ruh - Class Of 1966

Denny Ruh died Tuesday, November 5, 2014 at his residence in Oakville Washington. 

 



 
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01/20/15 10:15 AM #10    

Lorie Sevigny (Ockey) (1965)

I am sure Denny was in severe physical pain, but mental pain can be worse.  There are no pain pills to take it away.  I feel relieved that he is no longer in any pain and know he in a better place.  I played many practical jokes on Denny when I was in high school and he always took them with a laugh and no anger.  It was a treat to be Denny's friend.  I am only sorry him and I only reached out to each other in his final days.  God bless you Denny.  The world will miss you.


10/17/15 09:31 AM #11    

Bob Ruh (1965)

Well Bud, today should have been the beginning of that yearly, magical time, starting with your birthday and culminating with my birthday, some thirty days later.  The time when, as Mom had hoped, we would be twins.....the same age, at least for a month, but alas our special time has ended.  I write this, as this time of the year and the following two-three weeks are heavy on my heart; it is somewhat cathartic for me, even if I know this message will go some where into the vast internet.  One wonders what would have happened had you called on that day, instead of .........  I miss my brother......


10/17/16 07:36 AM #12    

Bob Ruh (1965)

Bud, it is that time of the year again.....the time when we should be the same age for that one special month in the year.   Unfortunately those times have passed.  You know, I have always told my kids; the kids I have coached over the years; the scumbags I dealt with on the streets.......today is the beginning of the rest of your life, make good choices.  The choices you make today will impact your life and those around you either positively, or negatively, so try to make good positive choices. Well, some choices we make have lasting repercussions that live on well after we are gone.  I wish your choice would have been to "drop a dime," rather than a hand full of pills. This time of the year is tough for all those who cared and are left behind.   No matter, I miss my brother.


10/17/16 12:05 PM #13    

Cathy Cordova (1965)

May your good memories of your brother fill your heart and mind today and beyond. My thoughts and prayers go to you and your family. Cathy


06/27/17 08:52 PM #14    

Bob Ruh (1965)

JUST A THOUGHT

I  grew up with practical parents. A mother, God love her, who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then reused it. She was the original recycle queen before they had a name for it. A father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones.

Their marriage was okay, their dreams focused.

I can see them now, Dad in trousers and tee shirt and Mom in a house dress, a cooking ladel in one hand, and dish-towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep.

It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing; I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there'd always be more.

But then my father died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more.

Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away...never to return.. So... While we have it..... it's best we love it.... And care for it... And fix it when it's broken, if you can......... And heal it when it's sick, if you can.


This is true. For marriage....... And old cars..... And children with bad report cards..... And dogs with bad hips.... And aging parents...... And grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it.


Some things we keep. Like a best friend that moved away or a classmate we grew up with, or a brother who left way to soon!

There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special........ And so, we keep them close!

Good friends are like stars.... You don't always see them, but you know they are always there. Keep them close!

Be well, my friends


06/28/17 06:54 PM #15    

Gale "Gay" Stafford (Fisk) (1965)

Nicely done  thanks my brother  chip

 

 

 

 


10/17/17 07:44 AM #16    

Bob Ruh (1965)

Memories.....Today, on what would have been Denny's 70th birthday, our twins for a month moment, is a day of reflection.  Have a great day and if you have a good memory of my brother, take a moment of thought and I hope is brings a smile to your heart.  They do for me.  Although, times passes and losses are a bit easier to endure.....I still miss my brother.  frown


10/17/18 07:53 AM #17    

Bob Ruh (1965)

Well Bud, we are almost to the four year anniversary of your passing......such a waste, but today marks the celebration of our special time, we would have been and always were, twins for a month.  Hard to really celebrate this time without you, but I will do my best in my special way, remembering all of the good times, even during some of the trying times of our lives. 

I miss my brother.......


10/17/20 09:05 AM #18    

Bob Ruh (1965)

Happy Birthday, my little brother.  Years pass, but wonderful memories never do.  Be at peace my brother, our time is drawing nigh.  Toss a few for me with Orb.  I miss my brother.


10/17/22 08:02 AM #19    

Bob Ruh (1965)

Wow.....75 years old.  Time has passed so fast and here we are doing our twins for a month; one can only wish we could have a celebration together.  Every year that passes, I celebrate this day with "BK," which brings back memories for both of us.  We talk on other special days of the year, but this one seems to be the one that draws us the closest; Tracy does not seem to want to communicate with either "BK" or me......her loss.

I am sure you know your other "big brother," Mike Snelson has joined you and is looking over you again as he did for so many years when you were younger.  With each persons passing, the memories flood in and I realize what I have lost, but still cherish the memories dearly.  Listening to the Righteous Brothers each night to fall asleep by: thanks Mike. 

Someday, I will be able to again say to you, "do you want to have a catch."

I miss my brother. sad


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