Barbara Ann Cruchon passed away on January 15, 2022. She was born to Robert Lee and Marie Louise Robbins on December 24, 1949. She was preceded in death by her mother and father, her husband David Cruchon, her son Bryan Cruchon, her daughter Natalie Cruchon and her younger sister, Theresa Bailey.
Barbara Ann is survived by two brothers, David Robbins and Michael Robbins; five cousins, Roger Peck, Dianne Kramer, Suzanne Spence, Janet Craig and Andre Giddings; five nieces, Lauren Moore, Marianne Gergis, Sharon Halliburton, Scarlett Robbins, and Sarah Bailey; two nephews, Anthony Shawn Robbins and Ryan Bailey; and four sisters-in-law, Bonnie Robbins, Nadean Cruchon, Gwendolyn Cruchon and Louise Kirchberg.
The family will receive friends from 1:00 p.m. to 2:00 p.m. on Tuesday January 25 with a funeral service to follow.
In lieu of flowers, memorials may be sent to St. Jude Children’s Hospital.
Fond memories and expressions of sympathy may be shared at www.MemphisFuneralGermantownParkway.com for the Cruchon family.
BROKEN APART
The Mass
Invention and contrivance by bishops
Of Rome for two millennia have birth’d
A wicked spawn of human vanity
Marinated in antiquity with
A myriad of doctrines within a
Trinity of magic, mystery and
Legend—"the one holy catholic and
Apostolic church, the See of Peter.”
The Boy
The boy who would be pope became instead
The man, the aviator flying great
Machines into the wild blue yonder where
He and machine were one above the clouds
Far from what long had shadowed him darkly
And from which he had fled that he might fly
Yet now was he by questions many plagued
By day and by night from that wretched Mass.
The Man who Wed
The boy became the man who wed and went
Away with bride in tow never looking
Back to mother, father, sisters, brother
Who were, as he, shadowed by wretched Mass
Until the Light of Truth shined through a crack
In his brokenness to rescue him from
Darkness by giving him eyes to see and
Ears to hear the Word of THE ELOHIYM.
Our Tender Sister
While mother, father, baby sister sleep
Our tender sister suffers with brave face,
But “breaks just like a little girl” whose heart
Is weighed down, hard-pressed by unrelenting
Immeasureable hurt behind a wall
Built brick by brick with hands her own, gentle,
Now clinging to ritual pageantry
With no power to comfort or relieve.
Tender Sister and Other Brother
Tender sister, still bound by that Mass, and
Other brother, long free from its bondage,
Are encircled about one another
In truth and love, in brokenness often
Stumbling but ever caring, repairing
The brokenness which we three have paid just
To get where we are, broken and apart,
Groaning with creation for redemption.
The Man who became the Aviator
The man who became the aviator
Did fly above the clouds, surveying earth
Below in worshipful awe and wonder
With very heavens above and around
Him in praise of the Creator Most High,
When peering downward, was he not on top
Of very earth far from that wretched Mass?
Yet he, like us, is broken and apart.
Our Prayer
May we your servants three be mended by
The Grace and Mercy of Yahovah Most
High, if it be your will, but let it be
Done to us in accordance with your Word,
That we forget our “perfect offering.”
Thus we your servants three do entreat thee
That our family be mended as one.
Amen
