Mrs. Ina Ruth Bronson, lovingly known as Ruthie, was born on November 24, 1938 to Douglas and Marie Murphy in Florence, Alabama. The Murphy family relocated to Kissimmee, Florida, where Ruthie spotted a handsome young man walking with his cow, Brownie, down a road one afternoon. She told her sister, Sheila, that she would marry that boy one day. She and Stewart would get married a few years later. They have been married for 64 years. We aren’t sure how she put up with him for that long. Ruthie passed away peacefully, surrounded by her loving family on Tuesday December 3, 2019 at the age of 81. Ruthie was preceded in death by her father Douglas, her mother Marie; her younger sister Sheila; and her older brother Harold. Ruthie is survived by her husband Stewart Bronson; her children Doug Bronson (Kathrine Bronson), Shane Bronson (Patty Bronson), and Marie Bronson Coressel (David Coressel); her grandchildren Michelle Bronson Sewell (John Sewell), Kara Bronson Hurst (Jeff Hurst), Jacie Coressel, Madison Coressel, Josh Fillyaw, and Mark Fillyaw; her great-grandchildren Garret Bray, Clay Williams, Mason Hurst and Nolan Hurst; and her younger brother Travis. The family would like to thank everyone who has taken the time to send their love, prayer, and stories of Ruthie. The outpouring of love is overwhelming. This is a difficult time, but we are leaning on each other and honoring our Ruthie in the best way we know how: together. The greatest gift she gave to us is one another.
This heritage started 67 years ago with Pastor Herbert F. Loomis, who founded the First Baptist Church of Daytona Beach, Florida, in 1934. In 1938 Francis E. Loomis, son of Pastor Herbert F. Loomis, received his license to practice Mortuary Science and in 1941 established Loomis Funeral Home of Winter Garden, FL. 
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Mark Spicer says
No words can express the sadness and loss the whole family is feeling now. Mrs. Bronson was a wonderful lady. I was lucky for those visits Foster and I got to spend her. We said we wanted visit with Marie, but even though we loved Marie to death it was Mrs. Bronson we came to see. And if Mr. Bronson was home, well that was an extra treat. Him going on about orange groves and their ranch’. But the thing I remember the most is that she always seemed to be cooking, snapping green beans or canning something. My dad and I couldn’t get enough pickled relish. She always made me feel welcomed. I put off and seeing her these past years . And It’s a shame we get rapped in our own lives that we put off the things that really matter. Those visits were something that really mattered !!!!!