Sheri Young (Unruh)

In Loving Memory of Sheri Young (Unruh)

With heavy hearts, we announce the passing of Sheri Lynnette Young, who was born on December 12, 1950, and passed away peacefully on July 21st, 2026 at the age of 75 after suffering a severe stroke. While our hearts ache with her loss, we find comfort in remembering a woman who lived exactly as she chose-boldly, authentically, and without apology.

Born and raised on her daddy's ranch near Chinook, Montana, she was a cowgirl through and through. The ranch wasn't simply where she grew up; it shaped the very foundation of the woman she became. That ranching life molded her into someone unapologetically independent, intellectually sharp, and delightfully silly-a woman who navigated the world entirely on her own terms. The contrast between the grit of ranch life and her wonderfully eccentric spirit created a personality that was refreshingly genuine and completely free of pretense. If she had something to say, you heard it. And if you thought you were going to change her mind, well... good luck.

She attended a one-room schoolhouse through eighth grade, then she graduated with the highest of honor as valedictorian of her class from Chinook High School. She later attended college in Missoula, where she met the love of her life, Bruce Young. Together they shared a love and friendship that would become one of the defining chapters of her life.

Though she eventually made her home in Lakeside, Montana. Stoner Creek was where her soul felt most at peace. It was her sanctuary, her happy place, and the place where she felt most connected to the beauty and freedom she cherished throughout her life.

She was endlessly creative, pouring her talent into her jewelry business, Tres Cher, where each handcrafted piece reflected her artistic eye and unique perspective. She had a gift for seeing beauty where others might not and creating something meaningful from it.

She was known for her quick wit, dry sense of humor, and perfectly timed sarcastic remarks that could leave everyone laughing. She had a nickname for nearly everyone she loved, each one as unique as the person receiving it. To me, I was always her little "Poopy Butt"-a silly little name that somehow became one of the countless ways she made the people in her life feel uniquely loved.

She was fiercely independent, stubborn in the very best way, and impossible to define by anyone else's standards. She never pretended to be anyone other than herself, and that's exactly what made her unforgettable. Her authenticity, resilience, humor, and unwavering spirit left an impression on everyone fortunate enough to know her.

She was preceded in death by her beloved daddy, Russell; her mother, Joice; and her brother, Dave Unruh. Though their reunions are beyond our understanding, there is comfort in imagining them together once again.

She is survived by her beloved husband, Bruce Young; many nieces and nephews, who were each loved in her own special way; and countless friends whose lives were brighter because she was part of them.

She leaves behind family and friends who will miss her laughter, her stories, her creativity, and the unmistakable way she made life a little more colorful simply by being herself.

Though she is no longer with us, we find comfort imagining her where she belongs-surrounded by Montana's open skies, with the strength of a cowgirl's heart, the sparkle of an artist's soul, and the freedom she always treasured.

If you were lucky enough to be loved by her, you probably had a nickname all your own. And if you happened to be "Poopy Butt," you knew just how special that love was.

She will be deeply loved, forever missed, and remembered always.