Shannon Tracy Meadows
March 1, 1968 - March 8, 2017
The family of Shannon Tracy (Ranard) Meadows mourns her passing. Born March 1, 1968 to Mary Lee Ranard at Bloomington, Indiana. Entered Eternal Rest March 8, 2017.
Her memory will be cherished by mother, Mary Lee (Spencer) Ranard; brother, Brian Ranard; children, Brittany Haltom, Brandy Galindo-Garcia-Lewis, and Dakota Meadows; grandchildren, Kaden Shrum, Amancio Galindo-Garcia, and Joselyn Galindo-Garcia.
She is reunited in the presence of our Heavenly Father with grandmother, “Gaga" Bessie Ranard; and daughter, Tracy Anna-Joe Meadows.
Shannon was a graduate of Owen Valley High School with the class of 1986 and attended Ivy Tech Community College, obtaining a Certificate as a Nursing Assistant. She was presently a server at Olive Garden.
Shannon was a woman of God. She was never judgmental, and helped anyone and everyone. She had a huge heart and was very close with her children. She loved horses and the country life. Shannon loved cooking, and welcomed anyone at her door.
Please join us in Celebrating Shannon’s life from 6:00 p.m. until 9:00 p.m. Thursday March 23, 2017 at House of Prayer, 4100 N. Hartstrait Road, Bloomington.
Saying goodbye to my old friend is too hard so I'll just say till we meet again... To Brittney Brandy & Cody you are as always in my heart & prayers.
My thoughts and prayers go out to the family of my lovely second mother Shannon. my heartaches not only for myself but for the family & friends of this beautiful woman. I will never forget my memories with her. She put a huge impact on my life these past three years. Our relationship is irreplaceable. I could talk to her about anything & not once would she judge me. We used to spend all of our summer days out the pool, she used to blast the song called "Luv This Sh*t" and start dancing while yelling the words poolside. She was so funny & loving. We bought our dogs together, used to go shopping together, make dinner together & one time we even painted her house together. I accidentally spilt a whole gallon of paint on her floor & she could've just strangled me. A couple seconds later of her being mad she just laughed at me while i attempted to clean up up while saying, "you're lucky you're my favorite or I would've beat your a**" oh lord, please look over her for me. I'll never forget making the call to get a wellness check on her, or being up at the hospital the night before this tragedy. If any of the family or friends need anything please contact me. I love you all. "your wings were ready but my heart was not."
Fly high angel..