Sherryl Ann Franklin
September 18, 1956 – July 17, 2020
Sherryl Ann Franklin was born on September 18, 1956 and passed away on July 17, 2020 and is under the care of Ott-Laughlin Funeral Home.
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Sherryl Ann Franklin
July 28, 2020
I remember, I used to alternate between my mom and my grandma’s house before she got full custody of us. One time I woke mom up pretty late maybe 8-10 pm to drive me to grandma’s, and grandma, a few days later drove me back late at night. She ran a red light, because the road was empty. Later on she told me on her way home she got pulled over. We laughed about it all the time. I never had my own room for the first multiple years I lived with her. Trinity and Trenton had their own rooms, whereas I had my own bed in the same room as grandma. I chose to sleep out in the living room with her. She liked sleeping sitting up so she would sleep on couches or with lots of pillows. When I was younger I would help her out in the yard, dirt never bothered me. Sometimes I would ride one of those lawnmowers she had and she would let me help her mow the yard and the property by the lake on the other side of the road. I remember at everyone’s birthday she would dress up as a clown, until eventually we all grew out of it. Not a day has gone by that I haven’t thought about her. And not a day will go by. I just hope she knows how much of an impact she made on our lives, she fought for us, in the best way possible, she always had the best intentions when it came to us. I hope she knows how grateful I am for that.. until we meet again.
July 27, 2020
Mom, I'm not sure what I could say here that you don't already know.
I miss you every second of every day. I've become a new parent in this situation, which is overwhelming at times. I wish I could've said goodbye in person, but this pandemic prevented that. I know the kids miss you more than words. They're hurting silently, trying to be brave.
I am scared for the future, but I trust the Lord in his promise not to throw something at me I cannot handle. It takes a village to raise a kid, and with you and Grandmother in Heaven, my village is greatly reduced.
I wish I could have a moment to just speak to you one last time, though I do talk to you every day, often out loud. I'm hoping you gave Grandmother and Granddad and Grandma and Ruth and the rest up in Heaven my love. I wish I could see you now, soaring like an eagle, healed, renewed, forever young and beautiful, just the way I remember you.
Your son will never forget you, the special Christmases and birthdays, the phone calls for no reason, the family meals. I love you and miss you more than I can express in word, but you have always known my heart.
Until forever, your son, Waynebow.