Obituary for Dianna Lynn Capshaw
Dianna Lynn Capshaw
June 14, 1959 – April 20, 2021
It is with great sadness that the family of Dianna Lynn Capshaw announce her passing on April 20, 2021, she passed peacefully at home in her bed. Dianna was born on June 14, 1959 in Yuba City, California. She was the daughter of Jim and Marjorie Mugrage and the sister of David Mugrage, her older brother.
Being a military child, she went from California to the Great Lakes in Chicago, Illinois. Eventually at the age of 14, she came to Pensacola where she planted her roots and made it home for her four children Kelle, DJ, Troy, Kevin, and her stepdaughter, Katrina. As well as her many grandchildren, Michael, Christopher, Destiny, Gavin, Xavier, Taylor, Tre, Chaz, Zoey, Devin, Peyton, and River, as well as one great grandchild, MJ.
She is preceded in death by her daughter, Katy; her mother, Marjorie Mugrage; and her father, Jim Mugrage.
May the wind always be at your back and the sunshine warm upon your faces, the rain falls softly upon your fields, and until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of his hand.
June 14, 1959 – April 20, 2021
It is with great sadness that the family of Dianna Lynn Capshaw announce her passing on April 20, 2021, she passed peacefully at home in her bed. Dianna was born on June 14, 1959 in Yuba City, California. She was the daughter of Jim and Marjorie Mugrage and the sister of David Mugrage, her older brother.
Being a military child, she went from California to the Great Lakes in Chicago, Illinois. Eventually at the age of 14, she came to Pensacola where she planted her roots and made it home for her four children Kelle, DJ, Troy, Kevin, and her stepdaughter, Katrina. As well as her many grandchildren, Michael, Christopher, Destiny, Gavin, Xavier, Taylor, Tre, Chaz, Zoey, Devin, Peyton, and River, as well as one great grandchild, MJ.
She is preceded in death by her daughter, Katy; her mother, Marjorie Mugrage; and her father, Jim Mugrage.
May the wind always be at your back and the sunshine warm upon your faces, the rain falls softly upon your fields, and until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of his hand.