Obituary for Mildred Bush (Montgomery)
Mildred Ruth Montgomery Bush, a woman who devoted her life to her family, has passed away at the age of 92. She was born August 1, 1924 in Greenup County, the only daughter of Beckham and Hazel Hart Montgomery.
She is preceded in death by her parents, her husband, Herbert Bush, son David Bush and brothers Burke and Graden Montgomery.
In March 1944, Mildred married Herbert Bush while he was serving in the United States Army as a paratrooper in the South Pacific during WWII. Following the war, they purchased a farm at Oldtown where, they raised their eight children. She is survived by her children; Rita Joan Burnett of Lloyd, Linda Susan (Duane) King of Oldtown, Nancy (Dennis) Elrod of Edgewood, KY, Jean (Jim) Riedel of Ironton, Ohio, Theresa (Danny) Carey of Flatwoods, Randall Ernest (Lesli) Bush of Ft. Thomas, KY, and Lisa Donohue of Ashland , along with 19 grandchildren, 24 great-grandchildren and 7 great-great-grandchildren. Mildred was also blessed to have the companionship of her life-long best friend, Virginia Coomer, and caregiver Brenda Tedrick, along with generations of family, friends and neighbors in the community
Serving as pallbearers will be Mildred and Herbert’s grandsons, Scott Wiley, Jason Wiley, Matthew David Elrod, Chuck Riedel, Joshua Riedel, Evan David Bush, and as honorary, beloved nephew, Bob Montgomery.
Funeral services will be Tuesday, June 20, 2017 at 10:00 a.m. at the Sparks Funeral Home in Grayson. Burial will follow in the East Carter County Memory Gardens.
Visitation will be Monday, June 19, 2017, 6:00 p.m. to 9:00 p.m. and after 9:00 a.m. Tuesday at the funeral home.
Memorial contributions may be made to your favorite charity.
Life Story for Mildred Bush (Montgomery)
I am standinq upon the seashore. A ship
at my side spreads her white sails to the
morninq breeze and starts for the blue
ocean. She is an object of beauty and
strenqth. I stand and watch her until at
lenqth she hanqs like a speck of white
cloud just where the sea and sky come to
minqle with each other.
Then someone at my side says:
"There, she is 'qonel'
Gone from my siqht. That is all. she is
just as larqe in mast and hull and spar as
she was when she left my side and she is
just as able to bear the load of livinq
freiqht to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at
my side says: "There, she is qonel" There
are other eyes watchinq her cominq, and
other voices ready to take up the qlad
shout: "Here she comes!"
And that is dying ...
-Henry Van Dyke