Myra Anne Salas

April 6, 1958October 16, 2021

A graveside service for Myra Anne Salas, 63, will be held at 12:00 noon Friday, October 22, 2021 in Mt. Bethel Baptist Church Cemetery.

Mrs. Salas died Saturday, October 16, 2021. Born in Columbia, SC, she was a daughter of the late William E. Pruitt, Sr. and Mary M. Myers. She was a graduate of Dreher High School.

A loving wife, mother, grandmother, sister, aunt, and friend, she enjoyed crocheting blankets for her family and friends. She was always ready to help someone in need.

Surviving are her husband, Ruben R. Salas; sons, Shawn P. Daniels of Greenville, Bryan A. Salas of Gaston, and Christopher R. Salas of Gaston; daughter, Deanna H. Salas of Gaston; two brothers, Stanley Pruitt (Margo) of Greenville and John Pruitt (Tammy) of Brookhaven MS; seven grandchildren; and numerous nieces and nephews. She was preceded in death by her parents, two brothers, Rhett and Bill, and a son Gary S. Pruitt.

Graveside services will be held at 12 noon on Friday, October 22, 2021 at Mt. Bethel Baptist Church Cemetery in Honea Path. In lieu of flowers, memorials should be made to Brea Fire Department, 7401 White Horse Road, Greenville, SC 29611 Online condolences can also be made at

Dunbar Funeral Home, Northeast Chapel, is assisting the family. Memories may be shared at


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Robbie Pruitt

October 24, 2021

The complete graveside celebration of Myra Salas’ life is up on YouTube for those of you who would like to attend her service:

Theresa Danny Salas

October 20, 2021

Iam so sorry for the loss of Beautiful Myra My condolences to all involved please know that our thoughts and prayers are with you all at this difficult time May She forever RIP 🙏 🕊

Robbie Pruitt

October 20, 2021

May God's presence and peace be with you and our family.

In Jesus, Robbie

A Prayer For All Faithful Departed: “Almighty God, with whom the souls of the faithful who have departed this life are in joy and felicity: We praise and magnify your holy Name for your servant, Myra, who has finished her course in your faith and fear; and we most humbly pray that, at the day of resurrection, we and all who are members of the mystical body of your Son may be set on his right hand, and hear his most joyful voice: “Come, you who are blessed by my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world.” Grant this, O merciful Father, for the sake of Jesus Christ, our only Mediator and Advocate.  Amen.” (#114, Book of Common Prayer, 2019).

Zoe Owen

October 19, 2021

I called my Aunt (Myra) “Missy” until my cousin Missy was born. My cousin Missy got the right name because she inherited my Aunt Missy’s beauty gene from her dad John who was my Aunt Missy’s twin brother. My Aunt Missy would brush her hair a hundred strokes a day. It was beautiful, wavy and blond. My Aunt Missy taught me to love Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys mystery books. She was an avid reader. Missy loved to play tennis with my dad “Bill” Pruitt who was one of her four brothers. And, I loved watching Missy and my dad play tennis on the Dreher High School tennis courts. I always wanted to learn to play tennis because I admired the fun she had with my dad playing in her tennis skirt with her long and flowing blond hair. Missy and I also would go to the beach together with my dad. My dad loved and was very protective of his little sister. She was about 12 years old when I was born and she was the closest thing I had to an older sister growing up. She taught me how to shave my legs and to brush my hair- one hundred strokes a day, of course! I will always remember her beauty, intelligence, and amazing tennis swing. She was fun loving, mysteriously intelligent (well, you can’t hurt a guy’s ego) and a natural beauty. I will miss hearing her call me Zopo and Zoe Honey. She was a very loving person who was lively and playful. I wish her the most beautiful mansion in heaven with a tennis court, her Nancy Drew books, and a silver hair brush for her fresh new blond mane of hair. I can see Missy and my dad playing a round of tennis for The King of Kings -JESUS- after she reunites with her oldest son Gary and all the others there. She loved the song my husband sang at my dad’s funeral “wish you were here”. And, she does wish we were there with King Jesus and that everyone would find- The Way, The Truth and The Life through Jesus Christ- on earth as it is in Heaven. Until I can miraculously play tennis with you in Heaven I know you will keep my dad company- and, keep an eye on us!