Rubye D. Prude

Rubye Dee "Rube" Prude left his earthly vessel on May 30, 2013 at Bronson Hospital in Kalamazoo, MI. He was born August 31, 1943 in Carrollton, to Charlie and Mary Prude. He confessed Christ at an early age and attended Springhill Baptist Church in Carrollton, AL. He moved to Kalamazoo, MI as an adult and married Melanie Moore, and they were together until her passing in 2010. There were no children born in this union. Rube worked for Harold Zeigler many years until his retirement. Rube loved working on and fixing things, he also loved being with family and friends while listening to good music in his basement. Rube leaves to cherish his memories 3 children Valerie Gore-Cagle Otis of Dadeville, AL, Gary Cole of Pickensville, AL, Champane Boyd Chris Perry of Kalamazoo, MI, brothers Dennis Carol Prude, Akin Marie Prude, Robert Irma Prude, Jody Sally Prude all from Kalamazoo, MI, Charlie Mary Prude, and sister Easter McCaw both of Pickensville, AL. 11 grandchildren Christopher Gore of Union, AL, Kayla Cagle of Dadeville, AL, Johnnie McAllister, Joyce Carter, Lenell Ewell, Julia Perry, Shalien Perry, Mary Perry, Talaya Prude, all of Kalamazoo, MI, and Tyliah Hall and Tyler Cole of Pickensville, AL, a special nephew Calvin Prude and a special niece Cynthia "Nita" King and a host of other nieces and nephews. He was preceded in death by one son Dynll Cole one sister Maggie Prude, and brothers Chester Prude, Marcellious Prude, Cleveland Prude, and Andrew Prude. The funeral service will be held 11:00 Saturday, June 8th at Langeland Family Funeral Homes, Memorial Chapel, 622 S. Burdick Street. Visitation will be at the chapel on Saturday one hour prior to the service. A private interment will be held in Riverside Cemetery. Memorials in Rube's memory may be directed to the family. My Poem to Dad Dad, you left me in body, but you will always live in my heart, I will miss your phone calls, your laugh, your talk, and that pigeon-toed walk, I will miss your smile and I will miss your style, Clean from head to toe, wearing all that gold, And looking GQ with that shirt open, even when it was cold, Dad, when I go to bed, I hope I can dream of you, the baddest man I ever seen, My Dad Rubye D.