Cheryl Diane Pendleton

Cheryl Diane Pendleton passed away to be with her Lord and Savior Jesus Christ on November 18,2024 in Post Falls Idaho in the comfort of her home. She was born on January 16,1940 in Los Angeles, California. Cheryl battled colon cancer beginning the summer of 2024. At the time of her death she was surrounded by loved ones.

 She is survived by her daughter Reina Schoch. Her niece and her husband Pamela Beasley and Alan Beasley. Her niece Bethany Beasley and her daughter Juniper Bustamante. Her nephew Andrew Beasley. Her niece, her husband and their two sons Kim Kibby, Craig Kibby, Quinn Kibby, Brennan Kibby. 

 Cheryl was the daughter of Peter H. Pendleton and Phyllis F. Pendleton. Sister to Sandra J. Williams who was married to Ralph H. Williams. All mentioned have passed on. 

 Cheryl loved children and became a teacher for the Department of Defense in the 1960’s with a teaching degree from Chapman University. She traveled overseas to Spain and Germany before adopting her daughter, Reina, and lived with her in Italy, Turkey, and Japan. Cheryl retired in 2004 and decided to live in Post Falls, Idaho to be near family. She had a strength in her that was both gentle and mighty. She loved to cook and was a matriarch figure in her family unit. She had hosted many family events. She witnessed all her family’s milestones. She was very generous, classy and kind. She always was a teacher and nurturer. She loved all people, animals and nature. It was shown by her heart of giving to charities and helping anyone in need locally. Before her death she was still donating to charities showing she was thinking of others despite her circumstances. 

 She will be missed but not forgotten. She is a guardian angel to her loved ones. Thank you Cheryl for the beautiful influence you had. 

The Weaver - by Grant Colfax Tullar

My life is but a weaving

Between my God and me.

I cannot choose the colours

He weaveth steadily.

Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow;

And I in foolish pride

Forget He sees the upper,

And I the underside.

Not ’til the loom is silent

And the shuttles cease to fly,

Will God unroll the canvas

And reveal the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful

In the weaver’s skillful hand,

As the threads of gold and silver

In the pattern He has planned.

He knows, He loves, He cares;

Nothing this truth can dim.

He gives the very best to those

Who leave the choice to Him.