Becky was born in Rondo, Arkansas to Virginia Grimes and J.D. Grimes. While in her teens Becky moved to St. Louis, Missouri where she worked hard, loved her friends, fell in love, married and made a family. Becky was a warm and generous mother who loved her family and friends with all of her heart. Her will was as strong as her heart was big. She stoically overcame many obstacles in a life that often proved difficult. She cared deeply for those around her and always strove to leave others with a light heart and happy, joyous thoughts. Those left to cherish her memory, and long for her embrace, include her son Scott W. Morris, her Grandson Dominic J. Hortiz, his wife Kelsey Hortiz, and her Granddaughter Marissa G. Hortiz as well as her younger sister Debbie Porter.
Becky was preceded in death by her husband of 51 years, and love of her life, William "Ronnie" Morris, originally from Medor, Arkansas, her daughter Rhonda "Kelly" Allen nee Morris, her mother Virginia Rule, her older sister Jean Rulo and her beloved younger brother Joseph D. Grimes.
Funeral Services will be from 9:00 AM to 11:00 AM at Heiligtag-Lang-Fendler in Arnold, Missouri. Becky will be laid to rest, and reunited, with her loving husband at Jefferson Barracks National Cemetery.
In lieu of flowers contributions can be made to the World Wildlife Fund or a local Animal Shelter of your choice.
Fond memories and expressions of sympathy may be shared at www.heiligtagfuneralhome.com for the Morris family.
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I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other. Then someone at my side says:
"There, she is gone!"
"Gone where?"
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear the load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says "There, she's gone!" There are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: "Here she comes!"
And that is dying...
- Henry Van Dyke -
