Prescott, AZ - Judith Ann Brinck Ridenhour 83, of Prescott Valley, AZ. Peacefully passed away on May 7, 2025, surrounded by loved ones, to be with her mother, Father and Sister.

Born on August 31, 1941, in Rochester, New York to George & Ruth Brinck. Judy lived a life richly defined by dedication, caring, and generosity to all those around her. A devoted wife, mother, sister, aunt and friend, Judy was cherished by her family.

She is survived by her loving husband John Ridenhour, her beloved dog Nikki, her children Keith (Kimbra)Benbow, Richard "Dick" (Kelly) Benbow, Scott Shannon (Amber) Benbow, Craig (Geta)Ridenhour, Sheri Ridenhour, Jenni Benitez, and Joy Benedict, 18 grandchildren and 18 great grandchildren. She will be fondly remembered by her brother Jack Janda, her niece Danielle.

Judy was preceded in death by her former husband, Boyd Benbow, and sister Leslie Brinck Gorman.

Judy found joy and fulfillment in her many passions, including singing in church choir, skillfully playing the piano, camping, fishing, crafting, sewing, antique restoration, and passionately engaging with music. These activities were deeply meaningful, always embraced with warmth, joy, and dedication by Judy, who enjoyed sharing these interests with family and friends. Known for her exceptional empathy and willingness to serve, Judy actively supported her community throughout her life. Her involvement spanned from church outreach programs, local theater productions, student aid organization, and the women's club, always eager to lend a hand or to help someone in need. Her kindness and helpfulness created a powerful ripple that touched countless lives.

A memorial service celebrating Judy's remarkable life will take place on May 31 st , 2025, at 10:00 AM at the Buckeye Community Church Fellowship Hall, located at 808 Eason Ave, Buckeye, Arizona. All who loved Judy and whose lives were touched by her are warmly invited to attend. In closing, her family shares these meaningful words by Judah Halevi:

"Tis a fearful thing to love what death can touch.

A fearful thing to love, to hope, to dream, to be—

to be,

to lose. A thing for fools, this,

And a holy thing

For your life has lived in me,

your laugh once lifted me,

your word was a gift to me.

To remember this brings painful joy.

Tis a human thing, love,

a holy thing,

to love what death has touched."