In Memoriam : Cynthia Arnold

Cynthia Arnold Cynthia Anne Arnold - age: 72
(November 24, 1953 to November 24, 2025 )
Resident of Exeter, California

Visitation Information:
Graveside Service will be held on Tuesday, December 9, 2025 at 2:00 p.m. at the Exeter District Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made directly to Evans Miller Guinn Chapel or can be mailed to Beth Terrill, 10156 Clover Ranch Drive, Sacramento CA 95829

Obituary:
Cynthia “Cyndi” Ann Arnold of Exeter was born on November 24, 1953 in Los Angeles to Charles “Chuck” and Betty Jane (Brummer) Arnold. She passed away in Exeter on November 25, 23025 at the age 72. Cyndi attended elementary and JR High in Los Angeles and graduated from Exeter Union High School. She then attended College of the Sequoias in Visalia and California State University Long Beach. She worked at various packing houses, was a care giver and nursing assistant in Lindsay, worked at Dunkin Donuts and was a restaurant hostess in Visalia. She also worked for Gottschalks as a sales associate. Cyndi was a homemaker for 34 years. As a child she enjoyed fishing, body surfing and boogie boarding, tap dancing, ice skating, girl scouts, bicycling, roller skating & skateboarding, horseback riding, family camping and road trips to visit relatives. She was a member of the FFA in High School winning flower arrangement awards and rode with the Visalia Rockettes precision hose drill team, performing in many parades, rodeos and winning California State Competitions. She continued these activities into adulthood as well as art in many forms, ice skating, decorating and gardening. Cyndi loved God, Jesus and her Bible. Cyndi is preceded in death by her father, Charles “Chuck” Arnold, her paternal grandfather Ted Arnold and wife Fern Arnold, paternal grandmother Elsie (Plummer) Arnold-Posey-Williams and husbands Ted Arnold, Vance Posey and Walter Williams, maternal grandfather Paul Brummer, maternal grandmother Edmay (Aslin) Brummer-DeBrino and husbands Paul Brummer and Thoms DeBrino, father in law Roy DeRosette and sister in law Deb Santana. She is survived by her Domestic Partner Donald DeRosette, her mother Betty Jane (Brummer) Arnold, siblings Suzzane (Arnold) Terrill with husband Stephen Terrill and Beth (Arnold) Terrill with husband Larry Terrill. She is also survived by numerous aunts, uncles, nieces and nephews as well as many cousins. Everyone she met became a friend.

A Cowgirl’s Prayer
Lord, grant me strength for the trails unknown, with grace to face them on my own. Bless the earth beneath my boots and keep my heart deep in Your roots. Amen.







Alex P Aranda - November 25, 2025Contact this person Contact this person
I’ll never forget those sunny days at Uncle Chuck and Aunt Jane’s—riding horses side by side, then carefully brushing them down like we were tending to old friends. And Thanksgiving? Man, those were the best. Sneaking off together while the adults talked, laughing like we’d cracked some secret code. You weren’t just my cousin—you were my partner in mischief, my confidant in chaos, and my forever friend in family. The world feels quieter without your laugh in it. We’ll miss you deeply… but we’ll keep your spirit alive in every gallop, every pie slice, and every “remember when?” story told around the table.


Michael Terrill - November 26, 2025Contact this person Contact this person
Cindy Arnold rode mustangs and drove Mustangs. She drove everyone crazy. Perhaps her biggest wish was that everyone would love her like crazy. Grandma Betty Arnold said, “she could always get a job” and she always did, picking fresh-scented plums and oranges on the packing house belts (that was a popular job in our family), and a long list of so many other things. I remember her not for what she did, but for who she was. The middle of three sisters, Cindy knew how to get what she wanted. But sometimes, what’s wrong with that? I remember her as the aunt who would take notice in unusual things and turn them into bit of jabbing but unpredictable fun: “Look at your toes? Who has long toes like that? Oh! I guess they look like mine!” Or eating juicy Santa Rosa plums from the orchard and then thinking that a fuzzy stuffed koala bear in her car would enjoy a bite too, and giving him one before getting in her mustang and giving me a kiss goodbye and then leaving and inspiring me to think there are stories and songs and things that can be written and inspired by that. She had challenges, to be sure, but she also lived a free life that helped me be an artist in the same way that every wonderful person in this family has done. Someone would always have to rein her in. Often it was uncertain who would. But at her core: She loved all of us. She loved Grandma most of all. And she had a religious faith that people find hard to express. She found a way, even though her mind wasn’t always clear, and we know that. But she found key scriptures that meant a lot to her, and she would cite them in gold sharpie across family photos, or find times when she would ask me to pray with her—me, her little nephew for specific things: specifically, for peace of mind and heart. With love always, Michael


Beth Terrill - December 2, 2025Contact this person Contact this person
Be at rest dear sister. You are loved and remembered.