Cynthia Corder

Today, as we release your humanly remains from the confines of the of the crematory's box, I pray that your spirit, too, is released back to the desert landscape of your youth. In life you were full of contradictions and surprises: A self-declared loner who loved the company of your family and enjoyed a robust social life from behind the screen; An infrequent visitor and even rarer hostess with a love for treating others through delicious meals and your famous pies; An unassuming demeanor yet full of knowledge on so many topics. Much has been (and will forever be) said about your independence and proclivities toward certain habits (the least of which originated in the groundwater of Waco or the fields of the Carolinas) and clothing choices. So few know the deep kindness and sincere regard you had for others. You were always so quick with a "thank you" and the first with a birthday or (dare I say it) Merry Christmas greeting. Your unorthodox, yet uniquely wise take on things and situations will also be remembered fondly. We rejoice in knowing that you are no longer afflicted with a wounded spirit or infirm body. We rejoice in knowing that you are restored and reunited with your parents and ancestors you loved and missed so deeply. You can rejoice in knowing that I will forever love your only daughter and we'll NEVER pay that traffic ticket you IGNORED and they keep sending letters about!!! We miss you and love you, Cindy. Psalm 71:20-23 "You who have made me see many troubles and calamities will revive me again; from the depths of the earth you will bring me up again. You will increase my honor and comfort me again.

Today, I honor my mom, Cindy, a woman whose life embodied faith and love for her family. My mom lived life on her terms and faced every struggle with grace, drawing her strength from the Lord and her quiet but strong faith. Mom was a shining example of authenticity, never letting anyone dictate how she should live or who she should be. She never put on a façade, even when her “real self” and perpetual desire for comfort embarrassed or annoyed those around her. My mom could usually be found wearing her beloved muumuus—loose, dresses that seemed to embody her relaxed and loving nature. Those dresses were more than just an amorphous fashion statement; they symbolized her embracing personality and carefree attitude. In addition to lounging in extreme coziness, Mom had other particular joys like savoring Dr. Pepper or her go-to Sonic tea – both with extra ice, of course. It was never just a drink; it was a simple indulgence that brought her delight every day. My mom also loved watching 20/20 and Dateline and giving me a play-by-play of each episode as if she knew better than the investigators. My mom also had a way of making her voice heard with a simple but firm reminder: "But I'm the mom" a phrase she often used, declaring her role and the love behind it. It wasn't just about being in charge; it was about protecting her family and guiding us with kindness and a lot of sass. Mom’s legacy lives on in the memories she created—the laughter, the kindness, the simple pleasures she embraced, and the fierce love she had for her children and family. Today, I honor her, a beloved mother whose presence will forever be felt in every Dr. Pepper, every cherished phrase, every 20/20 dateline episode, and maybe someday in the muumuus I may just take to wearing. Love you Mom, RIP.

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