April 14 1944 March 28 2020
Sandra’s Obituary Sandra Elaine Runge Satterfield April 14, 1944 – March 28, 2020. “You, of course, are a rose – But were always a rose.” –Robert Frost You want to get these things right. These are important moments. The story of someone’s life laid out for the world to see, so that everyone who reads it understands the beauty and joy the person you’re writing about presented to the world. You want them to take notice, the way a mother notices a new bouquet of yellow roses set out on the table for her to find. She notices the yellow roses because they’re beautiful, a kind gesture from a family that wants her to know how loved she is. Can you imagine the yellow rose? The way it unfurls slowly, day after day, presenting more of the beauty of itself to the world? It sits, unmoving, but not only is it joyful and beautiful to the people around it, it is the gift of a life to be looked over with soft eyes, a loving heart. Sandra Satterfield was like a bouquet of yellow roses. She liked to sit. Anyone who knew her understood this fact. After retiring from Planters Bank from 20 years of service, she could be found in her recliner many a days, reading, watching tv, visiting with friends. Going for walks was not her idea of a good time. She joked about this often, having no qualms about who she was and what she loved. What did she love? The list is large. Buying. Buying new shirts, purses, knick knacks; shopping was a sport in her life, and she was an all-star player. She also loved reading, traveling, true crime, getting her hair done every week by one of her best friends and biggest confidantes, Jeff Johnson, going out to eat at the Crystal Grill with her friends, but notably, green olives and fried shrimp. The woman loved her fried shrimp. Her life was large, even in the small town of Indianola, Mississippi. She was born April 14, 1944 in Birmingham, Alabama to Ina Maude Spiegle-Runge and Ruben Christian Runge, and had two wonderful siblings, Anita, and Pat. She met the love of her life late in life, at twelve-years old, to be exact. Alfred Satterfield was 14 at the time, and they dated for a while, until Sandy decided she wanted to play the field. She was a blazer like that. They dated again when she was 16 and spent the rest of their lives together, arguing over whether or not Alfred needed to buy a new gun, or fishing pole, or boat, and loving each other fiercely, until his death in 2010. She was a good shot. Everyone, including Alfred, knew Sandy could handle business if she needed to. On January 11, 1966, they had two beautiful twin girls, Tonya Anne, and Robyn Beth. These babies, and then teenagers, and then adult women never ceased to be the true loves of Sandy’s life. These girls gave Sandy the most joy she could ever experience, and she gave it back to them tenfold. They were her purpose, her soul, and always, her best friends. They even convinced her to take trips around the country with them every year. They traveled each year to a different place, almost completely unplanned, figuring it out as they went, just the three of them. They made it to nearly half the country, and at their rate, they could have tackled the whole thing without skipping a beat. The trio, as they were known in the family, were more like three sisters than mother and daughters. They were a high rated, first class singing band in the car anytime they were in one together, and would charge by the song. They were a kitchen table, late night comedy show over wine for the girls, and always, a margarita for Sandy. They were Belk and Dillard’s fashionistas, gun-slinging pistolettes when they were younger, and the trouble-making squad everyone was sure was going to get into something when the three of them were together. She is preceded in death by her loving mother, husband, and grandson Christopher. She is survived by her daughters, Tonya and Robyn, and their husbands Michael and Gary, two granddaughters, Alex Gracen and Mary Elizabeth, a grandson, Eric, three great grandchildren, Lacy, Taylor, and Dalton, her sister Anita, brother Pat, and amazing friends who loved her the same as family. Sandy was the yellow rose. She was brought into people’s lives shining, bright and beautiful to be looked upon and cherished with love and laughter and gratitude for her place in each life that was lucky enough to experience her warmth. She was everyone’s friend, mother, laughing partner, conversationalist, and world’s best hugger. Her joyful voice and generous heart will be dearly missed. Her family will miss her hugs most. There will be a service held in her honor at a later date when circumstances allow. Her family knows how much she would have wanted an over-the-top, beautiful celebration in her memory. The family asks that at this time, you celebrate her on your own, with a plate of fried shrimp and a margarita. The dates and times for her service will be announced closer to time. Read More
Our most sincere sympathies to the family and friends of Sandra Runge Satterfield April 14 1944 March 28 2020.
Burton Funeral Home – Indianola
Death notice for the town of: Indianola, state: Mississippi