My sister Mary Danz passed away on Thursday, December 15. She was a beautiful soul with a generous laugh and wonderful smile that lit up a room.
You were a Christmas baby, born on December 25, thus our parents named you Mary. Compassionate, caring, generous and loving, you embodied Christmas year round, sharing your many beautiful gifts with all. You loved to craft and make unique presents for family and friends, but your true gift, one you gave so freely, was your heart.
You were my big sister. We shared a bed when we were children, snuggling together, whispering in the dark. Interesting how life always brings us full circle. I lay next to you those last few nights, sharing stories of our childhood. And I read to you, just as I did when we were children, me just learning to read, you helping me sound out the words. This time you were quiet, but I knew you were listening. It was a beautiful book, a parable about the journey of life; you understood far better than I.
Having had no children of your own, you embraced first my children and then my grandchildren. They called you Moonie and you were a wonderful aunt, always there for them, providing a safe, fun-filled space for them to just be, exactly and only who they were. Your gift of unconditional love helped to mold them into the wonderful people they grew to be.
When my daughter Kristi died, you were the first one there, making the phone calls, helping us navigate the thorny path of grief and loss. You were strong, a rock I could lean on, even though your own heart was breaking.
You had a steady stream of visitors at the hospital, testament to the many people you shared your light with. Like most of us, I don’t think you realized how many people you touched, how many people loved you. I could tell you were enjoying the attention, basking in the love of family and friends. I called you Queen Moonie, holding court one last time and you graced us with one beautiful final gift, the chance to say goodbye.
Thank you Mary, for allowing me to be with you as you took your last breath. I have been blessed by you, first in life and then in death. You gave me the most precious gift of all. Peace and joy be with you until we are together again.
I love you.
The tide recedes, but leaves behind, bright seashells on the sand
The sun goes down, but gentle warmth, still lingers on the land.
The music stops, and yet it echoes on in sweet refrain . . .
For every joy that passes, something beautiful remains.
- Author Unknown
I awake to sunshine, surprised that my body, somehow knowing that I had no agenda this morning, no time clock to punch, had decided to sleep past its normal 4:00 a.m. rise time. As I prepare for my morning run…
You have been here before, a part of the circle of life on this planet earth for eons and eons. You are the players, the game changers, the creators. You have seen and experienced much, yet you still return, for there is nowhere else in the Universe such as this. Some may call it a game, and that it true. Others call it Earth School – also true. It is but one of many opportunities for a soul to grow and evolve. There are rules to this game, instructions for this school, in this particular time-space continuum, that are different from those of others. Just as earth games such as Monopoly or Trivia Pursuit have their own set of rules such is true for the Game of Life on Earth. You came here for the excitement, the thrill, the adventure and the pure joy of physicality.
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You will survive.... My message to anyone who has lost a loved one, especially a child. I have to admit, when someone told me that same thing after my daughter Kristi died, I didn't believe them. I did not want to live any longer on this Earth without my daughter. I wanted to leave. I didn't care about life, I wanted to be with my daughter. The thought of living another 30+ years was excruciatingly painful. Yet here I am, 12 years later and yes, I have survived. Was it a long hard road? Yes. But somewhere along the way, about a year ago, I decided I wanted to live. I remember the moment, the thought came to me loud and clear "I want to live!"
Each morning, as I stand in the shower, I repeat this mantra:
I choose that my thoughts, my words and my deeds reflect only my higher self and not my ego.
I remember who I am, a Divine Spark of God.
I walk in my essence of God.
These words set my intention for the day, creating an energy that helps me to balance the ups and downs and the challenges that life throws at me, keeping me on a steady course. And when I am mindful, and can maintain that energy, wow, what a difference it makes in my day and my life.
With this issue, we want to honor our daughter Kristi who died twelve years ago in an auto accident. She was the catalyst that started us on this soul journey and brought so much light into our lives. As we look back on the past twelve years, we marvel at where we were and at where we have come to be. The journey is not yet finished, but there is more joy in our hearts and we are confidently moving forward, knowing that Kristi is guiding us and smiling down on us always.
From the very beginning we have honored Kristi’s passing by hosting the Kristi Visocky Memorial Golf Tournament, the largest golf tournament in Northern Colorado, and Kristi’s Big Night Out event. (The absolute best party of the summer!) Since its inception in 2003, with the help and support of an amazing community, the Foundation has awarded $200,000 in scholarships to 90 area young women, $100,000 to build a house for Habitat for Humanity and over $100,000 in support to area organizations.
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