Two years have passed and I still miss you every day!

Sondra with Karen and Sharon Kelley In Hawaii 

Sondra was a lead figure in our clique at Cessna (early 80s ?). We had stockroom clerks, Mfg Engrs, QC inspectors, & IE in our clique that  met almost daily for breaks & lunch. We worked to improve processes ... and we all got along with the help of Sondra keeping us all focused on our joint goals. My prayers to Sondra's family ... Remember all the good times.

Sondra will be be dearly missed by many. She was a wonderful friend. You could always count on her thru thick and thin. She always had time to listen, offer advice or just be there! Sondra now you will get your 8 ball break that you always wanted!  I love you my dear friend, relax and rest easy until we meet again.

Holding the family in my heart as Sondra journeys to trip the light fantastic.  Rest and fly free, Angel Sondra.

Sondra Campbell was my best friend since kindergarten, and we shared most of our classes through Buckner elementary school. Because of Sondi, mine was a magical childhood were we played in the school yard, rode our bikes through the neighborhood and listened to American Bandstand. Every weekend I was begging my mom to let her sleep over or she was begging her mom for sis and I to sleep there. We pumped as high as we could go on her massive swing, peeked out through the front window at Kathleen kissing Jerry goodbye and laid under her Christmas tree looking up at the way the lights lit the Angel hair in big circles. I’m sure Mrs. Campbell grew tired of listening to me play “Soldier Boy” on the piano in the dinning room while she fixed dinner, or of me asking questions like, “why do you have a butter knife on your burner?” to which she replied, “so little girls like you will ask questions.” Sometimes there was enough money in the lazy boy chair from Stephen’s paper route to buy Penny candy at Peachins or sometimes we would search the grassy field on the way for a pop bottle or two to trade for change. Although it was not allowed we played in the creek behind the jr high or climbed up on top of our swing set to watch movies at the drive-in a few blocks away. Mrs. Campbell taught us how to sew clothes for our Barbie dolls and we spent hours listening to Elvis, Ricky Nelson, Sonny and Cher and many others on our 45’s. Sondi and I would go talk to our first grade teacher after school. Mrs. French was one of those special teachers that read story books with puppets and planted seeds in the window so we could watch them grow. At recess we chased boys. If we could manage to pull the loop off the back of their shirts we would sew them into a ring to pretend we were going steady. We did absolutely everything together. As Sharon and I moved from Kansas to New Orleans, Delaware and Seattle Sondi remained my dearest friend.

Sondra Campbell was my best friend since kindergarten, and we shared most of our classes through Buckner elementary school. Because of Sondi, mine was a magical childhood were we played in the school yard, rode our bikes through the neighborhood and listened to American Bandstand. Every weekend I was begging my mom to let her sleep over or she was begging her mom for sis and I to sleep there. We pumped as high as we could go on her massive swing, peeked out through the front window at Kathleen kissing Jerry goodbye and laid under her Christmas tree looking up at the way the lights lit the Angel hair in big circles. I’m sure Mrs. Campbell grew tired of listening to me play “Soldier Boy” on the piano in the dinning room while she fixed dinner, or of me asking questions like, “why do you have a butter knife on your burner?” to which she replied, “so little girls like you will ask questions.” Sometimes there was enough money in the lazy boy chair from Stephen’s paper route to buy Penny candy at Peachins or sometimes we would search the grassy field on the way for a pop bottle or two to trade for change. Although it was not allowed we played in the creek behind the jr high or climbed up on top of our swing set to watch movies at the drive-in a few blocks away. Mrs. Campbell taught us how to sew clothes for our Barbie dolls and we spent hours listening to Elvis, Ricky Nelson, Sonny and Cher and many others on our 45’s. Sondi and I would go talk to our first grade teacher after school. Mrs. French was one of those special teachers that read story books with puppets and planted seeds in the window so we could watch them grow. At recess we chased boys. If we could manage to pull the loop off the back of their shirts we would sew them into a ring to pretend we were going steady. We did absolutely everything together. As Sharon and I moved from Kansas to New Orleans, Delaware and Seattle Sondi remained our dearest friend.

I'll always remember the freckles, the smile, the strawberry blond hair.
Whirlpools on summer days, trips for ice cream and playing til dinner. Walks to the rootbeer stand for penny candy, hop scotch, skip rope and the trip to Oz. Sondi was home for me and will always be in my heart. 




Sondra you will be missed dearly. Thank you for the cabbage roll recipe and for the fun times in pool league.  Much love to your family.  

You will be missed. Thank you for the great times we had growing up. Always great when the Kansas Campbell's came to Texas to visit the Maedgen clans. Will see you again one of the days. Love you. ❤️ Rest in peace.

Sondra will be missed, I saw her as this retired Texas land bearers wife! She had this moxie that was so genuine.  They don't make women like her anymore. Miss ya girl. 

The 3 of us have been close friends for over 40 years. We couldn't have had a better friend than Sondra. She was always there for us through thick and thin. We have a lot of great memories together. Sondra, you will be greatly missed and in our hearts forever. 

OBITUARIO

Sondra K. Rymer

24 febrero, 1953 – 20 enero, 2023

Hillside Funeral Home West

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