Dennis Thrush

May 1944 –  Jan 2022

“In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.”
– Abraham Lincoln

at peace purchased

Remembering Dennis

Growing up, it was just Denny and I, he was 6 years older than me, we were inseperable. We moved around the country, moving almost every month, and very poor, though we didnt know that. I didnt know my brother was mentally ill, but I loved him because he loved me. He moved to AZ at 16, came home to Ohio occasionally. and called me collect once a week. we lived 2,000 miles apart, Denny was treated unfairly, because people didnt understand mental illness.

I lost contact with him about 15 years ago. The last 2 years he had a caregiver who loved him, My mom would be so happy for that, and I couldnt be happier for him to have the love and care from Tiffany. When Denny is sent to my sons, we will drive him to my sons land in AZ, that Denny never knew about, and bury his ashes under a tree. in AZ , where hes lived for 60 years ,alone, and homeless, unable to work. Buried exactly where he would have chosen. I am so happy for how the end of his life made a turn . God blessed him , and my family got to see the blessings come upon him. A lifetime of hardship, with a happy ending. Forever with our MOM.

Family and Friends

The Newbold family:
Sister – Cheri
Nephews – Matt and Rob
Nieces – Shauna and Krisi