Clyde Pruitt
August 16, 1928 - February 17, 2015
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Clyde "Skeets" Pruitt Jr., 87, of Indianapolis passed away February 17, 2015. He was born August 16, 1928 in Indianapolis, IN to Clyde Wesley and Helen (Miller) Pruitt. Clyde was a tool and die maker for 36 years for the Allison Division of GM. He proudly served his country in the U.S. Navy from 1947 - 1952, earning the Navy Occupational Service Medal. He was a member of the Slovenian National Home, UAW Local 933, VFW, American Legion and Holy Trinity. Clyde enjoyed crossword and crypto quip puzzles, golfing, fishing, hunting and bowling and loved telling jokes. He was prededed in death by his two wives, Nancy Lee (Houge) Pruitt and Gilda Jean (Doll) Pruitt; his parents; brothers Donald and Richard Pruitt and step-son James Robert "Bob" Doll. He is survived by his sons, Ricky, James and Michael Pruitt; daughter Debra Rae (Richard) Franklin; step-children John Doll, Jerrie Winegard; grandchildren Courtney, Steven, Shane and Shawn; step-mother Christine Pruitt and his companion Martina Dawnorawitz.
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Dearest one, please don't mourn for me I'm still here, though you don't see. I'm right by your side each night and day And within your heart I long to stay. My body is gone but I'm always near. I'm everything you feel, see or hear. My spirit is free, but I'll never depart As long as you keep me alive in your heart. I'll never wander out of your sight- I'm the brightest star on a summer night. I'll never be beyond your reach- I'm the warm moist sand when you're at the beach. I'm the colourful leaves when Autumn's around And the pure white snow that blankets the ground. I'm the beautiful flowers of which you're so fond, The clear cool water in a quiet pond. I'm the first bright blossom you'll see in the spring, The first warm raindrop that April will bring. I'm the first ray of light when the sun starts to shine, And you'll see that the face in the moon is mine. When you start thinking there's no one to love you, You can talk to me through the Lord above you. I'll whisper my answer through the leaves on the trees, And you'll feel my presence in the soft summer breeze. I'm the hot salty tears that flow when you weep And the beautiful dreams that come while you sleep. I'm the smile you see on a baby's face. Just look for me, dearest one, I'm every place!