Birth date: Nov 2, 1945 Death date: Jun 7, 2025
Cherlyn J. Bradley passed way peacefully Saturday June 7,2025 with family by her side at her home in Altoona, Fl. Cherlyn was born in Wheeling, WV to Theodore and Virginia Yonak. Over the course of her life Cherlyn would make many Read Obituary
Steve & Family,
We just saw your message on Phil Strasser’s page. We did not know Cherlyn had left us. We are so sorry to hear of your loss. 🌹Cherlyn was such a sweetheart, always making people smile and laugh. She is with God now, suffering no more. We pray for peace in your heart and for comfort in the days ahead. 🙏🏼
-Tom & Sue Sova ❤️
Stephen & family, I was saddened to learn about Cherlyn’s passing. I met Cherlyn at Plantation knitting. I was a beginner & she helped me many times. She was always happy, smiling & laughing. May your good memories sustain you during this difficult time. Barbara Groves
Being at my dad's and bestis house when you and Steve where up here in new Hampshire
From your BRFD Brother and Sister Daniel and Laura Simpson. It is not a goodbye, but, see you when.
Psalm 139: 1-18
O LORD, you have searched me and known me.
You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
you discern my thoughts from far away.
You search out my path and my lying down,
and are acquainted with all my ways.
Even before a word is on my tongue,
O LORD, you know it completely.
You hem me in, behind and before,
and lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
it is so high that I cannot attain it.
Where can I go from your spirit?
Or where can I flee from your presence?
If I ascend to heaven, you are there;
if I make my bed in Sheol, you are there.
If I take the wings of the morning
and settle at the farthest limits of the sea,
even there your hand shall lead me,
and your right hand shall hold me fast.
If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me,
and the light around me become night,”
even the darkness is not dark to you;
the night is as bright as the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
For it was you who formed my inward parts;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
that I know very well.
My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes beheld my unformed substance.
In your book were written
all the days that were formed for me,
when none of them as yet existed.
How weighty to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
I try to count them—they are more than the sand;
I come to the end—I am still with you.
