Rhea J Cleaveland
Born: 3/5/1957, Moab, Utah
Rhea June Cleaveland, 51, passed away on September 14th, 2008 in Moab, Utah after battling long-term illness.
Rhea was born at Allen Memorial Hospital in Moab on March 5, 1957 to Harry and June Sly Cleaveland. Despite having resided in Nevada, Kansas, New Mexico, and Arizona, Moab was always her home. Rhea was known for her poetry and her artwork, but loved for her sharp tongue and thoughtful heart.
Rhea was preceded in death by her mother June, her brother David and her beloved friend Ken Cowley.
Rhea will be dearly missed by her grandson Connor Bryant, her children Chrystal June, Dustin Bryant, and Zachery Ryan, and their father BJ Washburn; a sister Tracey; brothers H.R., Terry, and Danny; father Harry; her nieces and her many long time friends.
Funeral Services will be held Friday September 19, 2008 at 11:00 am at Spanish Valley Mortuary, 386 North 100 West. A viewing will be held Thursday September 18, 2008 from 6:30 to 8:00 pm at the mortuary.
A mountain blossom No fences in her view. A blossom has her freedom To bathe in morning dew. by Rhea June Cleaveland
Tributes9/27/2008 - First off I want to say I'm sorry I could not be there for the services. It's not that I didn't want to be there. Rhea was a second Mom to us and put up with alot of our crap. I have so many memories of her that I will carry with me through the rest of my journey in life. But rest assure I will see you again in eternity. You will be missed and you were loved dearly. xoxoxo - Christy Washburn9/18/2008 - Rhea, You will be missed. I love you! You were too young to leave this world. And although you are no longer in pain, the pain that your leaving has wrought will always be there. ~What is Death?~ Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference in your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without affect, without the trace of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same that it ever was. There is absolutely unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well. ~ Henry Scott Holland - Tori Brown(Cleaveland)
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