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Jennifer Christenson
Lovingly memorialized by Jacob Miller on April 14, 2024
Jennifer Christenson\'s life unfolded like the gentle hills of her Wisconsin home, marked by modest beginnings and a rich tapestry of experiences. Born in the winter chill of Milwaukee on January 9, 1952, she grew up in a close-knit family, the middle child of three siblings. Her father was a machinist, and her mother, a school teacher, instilled in her a lifelong love for learning.
Jennifer\'s early years were filled with the simple joys of Midwestern life—ice skating on local ponds, summer picnics by Lake Michigan, and community gatherings. Her education in Milwaukee’s public schools was punctuated by her avid participation in the school choir and her passion for literature, which blossomed in her teenage years.
After high school, she pursued a degree in English Literature at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, a period during which she became deeply involved in the civil rights movement and anti-war protests of the late 1960s and early 1970s. These experiences shaped her worldview profoundly, embedding a strong sense of justice and advocacy in her character.
In 1975, Jennifer married her college sweetheart, Jonathan Christenson, and they settled in Delafield, a small town where they raised their two children. Jennifer\'s career as a high school English teacher was marked by her innovative teaching methods and her dedication to her students. She was beloved for her ability to reach troubled teens, helping them find their voices through poetry and prose.
Jennifer’s home was often filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread and books piled high. Her love for gardening turned their backyard into a vibrant oasis, where neighbors and friends gathered for her famous Sunday brunches. Jennifer also contributed to her community as a volunteer at the local library and led a book club that thrived for decades.
After retiring in 2014, Jennifer and Jonathan enjoyed traveling, visiting historical sites across Europe and South America. These trips further enriched Jennifer\'s lectures and writings, which she continued to pursue passionately.
Jennifer’s life came to a close on October 20, 2019, in Delafield. Her legacy, however, lives on through her published collection of essays and poems, her beloved family, and the many lives she touched both in and out of the classroom. Her story is a testament to the impact one person can have on their community and the world, driven by a commitment to education, equality, and the power of words.
Kirk William Dowling
Lovingly memorialized by Autumn Dowling on April 7, 2024
Kirk William Dowling was born on December 18th, 1940, in Palo Alto California. Kirk was the youngest of two sisters, Judith and Sharon. His father was William Hays Dowling, and his mother was Ella Dorothy Purnell. Kirk graduated from Palo Alto High School in 1959. Kirk served 4 years in the United States Coastguard and received an Honorable Discharge. Kirk married Pamela Joyce Egbert on November 17th, 1973, in Washington State. Kirk and Pamela Dowling had two children together. Brandon Dowling and Autumn Dowling. rnrnKirk was a wonderful husband, father, grandfather and friend. He loved adventure; many adventures included long motorcycle rides to visit nieces and daughters. His passions included fishing, stargazing, animals, and the outdoors. My father had the biggest heart; even though he was an introvert, he would be silly, friendly, and always find a way to make me or someone else laugh. rnrnMy father was the best Grandpa that Jaydon Trammell could ask for. My father considered Jaydon his best friend. My father specifically stated that Jaydon brought complete happiness back into his life and entered his life when he needed a pal like Jaydon the most. I will forever be grateful that my dad was my father. I will always remember all the fun times we had. I will miss him every day. Dad, whenever I look into the clear starry nights, I look up and can see you and mom dancing in the stars...... Dad we love you to the moon and back.
Jonathan Christenson
Lovingly memorialized by Jacob Miller on February 27, 2024
Good morning, everyone. We gather here today to honor and celebrate the life of Jonathan Christenson, a beloved son, brother, friend, and colleague. Jonathan touched the lives of so many people with his kindness, humor, and unwavering positivity. Jonathan was born on September 15, 1980, in Springfield, and from the very beginning, he brought joy and laughter into the lives of those around him. He had a contagious smile that could brighten even the darkest of days, and his warmth and compassion left a lasting impression on everyone he met.
From a young age, Jonathan showed a passion for helping others. Whether it was lending a listening ear, offering a helping hand, or simply sharing a joke to lift someone spirits, Jonathan was always there when you needed him most. His empathy knew no bounds, and he had a remarkable ability to make everyone feel seen and valued. Jonathan was also incredibly driven and ambitious. He pursued his passions with determination and dedication, always striving to make a positive impact in the world. His work ethic was unmatched, and he approached every challenge with a positive attitude and a willingness to learn and grow. But perhaps Jonathan\'s greatest legacy is the love and kindness he shared with those around him. He had an uncanny ability to see the good in everyone and to make others feel accepted and loved just as they were. His friendships were built on a foundation of trust, loyalty, and mutual respect, and he cherished every moment spent with the people he held dear.
As we mourn the loss of Jonathan, let us also celebrate the incredible life he lived and the countless lives he touched along the way. Though he may no longer be with us in body, his spirit will live on in the memories and hearts of all who knew him. Jonathan, you will be dearly missed, but your legacy of love, kindness, and compassion will continue to inspire us all. Rest in peace, dear friend. Until we meet again.
John Doe
Lovingly memorialized by Jacob Miller on January 11, 2024
Jordan Elise Parker
Lovingly memorialized by Vanessa Gabrielle on December 28, 2023
Lily Keirby
Lovingly memorialized by Carol Edmondson on December 1, 2023
Sam Tyler
Lovingly memorialized by Zachary Tyler on January 21, 2023
A prominent figure in the construction industry for many decades Sam plied his craft all over the world. Sam also taught in the Apprenticeship Program at Bates Technical College in Tacoma where his students adored him and became lifelong friends. Sam loved to teach but he loved to build and travel even more. In the early 80s Sam worked on the WPPS nuclear powerplant where his crew broke records pulling cable. He also worked to build nuclear powerplants in the Philippines and Marshall Islands. For the next two decades Sam worked for the State Department as an award-winning Construction Manager building Embassies and Consulates in Italy, Russia, Thailand, Vietnam, Dubai, Angola, and Mexico. While at his post in Moscow he met his second wife Aurea and they married in 2004.
A consummate adventurer Sam frequently traveled off the beaten path. When Sam worked in the Philippines, he spent weekends riding his motorcycle through the countryside and mountains. One afternoon his motorcycle ran out of gas in the jungle. He decided to hike out on foot and cut through the jungle bush. As nightfall approached, he thought he had a bit of good fortune when he came across a group of men making camp. He pulled out a bottle of rum from his pack and in the best Tagolag he could muster, Sam spent the night swapping stories and swigs by campfire. When dawn broke he was able to see the men in camp were heavily armed and he quickly realized he had stumbled into an insurgent hideout. Nonetheless, Sam had endeared himself, as he often did to those he met, and the men thanked him for the rum and sent him on his way with gas for his motorcycle.
Sam was the living embodiment of an American adventurer. He was an explorer, teacher, and the hardest working man you ever met. There won’t be another one like him. He filled our lives with immense curiosity and wonder. Words cannot express how much of a sense of emptiness remains with his passing.
He is survived by his sons, Zach Tyler and Scott Tyler; wife Aurea; and a host of other family members and friends. His parents predeceased him.
The family would like to thank the tremendously loving and caring people who cared for him in the last years of his life. A heartfelt thanks goes out to the 30th Ave Davita Dialysis, Dr. Beccora, Vineyard Park, and Young At Heart for their wonderful care of Sam.
Regina Doyle
Lovingly memorialized by Brooke Tiano on January 20, 2023
Some Of Regina's Favorite Things:
Her Quote: "Always be yourself, everyone else is taken"
Book: " A Tree Grows In Brooklyn"
Season: Fall
Vacation Spot: Rockaway Beach, New York
Holiday: Easter
Flower: Gardenia and Easter Lilly
Color: "Lavender"
Food: Roast Beef and Mashed Potatoes
Subject In School: Music or History
Regina or "nana" who she was called by so many was a one-of-a-kind. She loved singing and music very much. Her grandchildren often were comforted by her soft hands while she sung nursery rhymes like "A You're Adorable by Dean Martin" to us and would spell the letters on our backs. She was a very comforting person who would really listen to what you were saying. She instilled in her granddaughters to always be yourself and to beat to your own drum. She was a short 5'2 Irish woman but she had so much heart you would never know how it could all fit into such a small stature. She had an unwavering love for god and her religion. I remember her carrying a purse full of prayer cards that she she would bring with her whenever she went even if it was just to the grocery store to pick up a bottle of Ginger Ale which was her favorite. At night time, you could find her curled up on the sofa watching her nightly shows like Dateline or reading a book under a lamp peacefully.
I cry in grief for her earthly presence but I know she is in peace again with god. She lives within her children and grandchildren. I know we will meet again.
Rest in joy my angel in heaven, nana banana
Emmanuel Owaka
Lovingly memorialized by Emmanuel Owaka on January 4, 2023
linda cummings
Lovingly memorialized by cat cummings on December 27, 2022
Most of you know her as Linda Cummings (or maybe Linda-la, Linda-lu, BFF, or dear friend…)
She took her last breath on December 16, 2022.
It wasn’t an easy ride, but (almost unbelievably) she was cracking jokes into her very last days.
In true form, she headed out from here very much on her own terms – hearing the sounds of voices of those she loved dearly, in the comfort and privacy of home, and in the singular moment when nobody was watching.
She never once took off her superhero cape.
Linda was born on July 21, 1956 to Betty and Abraham Isaac Fogel, who loved her very much and made sure she knew it. The majority of Linda’s career consisted of working a variety of roles in a few different banks – but her true career focus was people. She was skilled in all of the banking tasks, and strived to do thorough, accurate work, but it’s as though the subject matter could have been almost anything. What was important to her at the end of each day was whether she had helped people, listened intently, made them to feel taken care of.
To know Linda was to know one of the bravest, strongest, and most courageous people here. My mom challenged family and friends to be authentic, to laugh heartily at dry humor and simple humor, and to be super generous with hugs. To say she was strong is an understatement; she was also gentle, emotionally sensitive, intuitive and very sincere. Linda was impressively considerate and kind, but she also certainly did not suffer any fools. She was generally a quiet and private person, and it was a treat to be brought into her inner world. As a tenacious and loyal person, who valued the skill of listening, she showed us how good friendship can be. The unobtrusive realization might sneak up on you years later that this person in your life was someone you could just always depend on without fail, a person who respected and admired you, and who loved you for exactly who you are – nothing more, nothing less. When she loved you, she loved you completely. She had a quiet and profound effect on the lives of anyone who really knew her.
Linda was in her element when she was shopping! This was firstly fueled by her incredible love language of gift-giving. i mean, dang did she love the hunt of finding a good deal, with discounts on top of discounts, but what she really thrived on was finding the right gift for the right person, and she loved the sense that she had successfully made someone feel known and considered. She was the type of person who gave gifts to my friends the very first time they visited, left gifts for her doctors, the mailman, her coworkers, and people she had never even met.
Linda loved listening to Motown music and big bands, watching old musicals and Hallmark movies, drinking hot cocoa, and spending time with animals – especially dogs. And she loved children. i think she valued the genuineness found in time spent with dogs and children – the lack of social masks, the rawness of more pure connection with other beings. They sensed it, too! When she was nearby, whether it was dogs or cats or her godchildren or any other kiddos – they quickly and easily knew she was a person to trust.
My mom was fiercely dedicated to raising me up. It mattered little what various interests i took, she found a way to be constantly supportive of every single one of them. She gave everything she humanly could, and then some. Filling so very many roles in my life – she filled the spot of two parents as one full-time working woman, bent herself in ways i can barely comprehend, and was one of my closest, bestest friends. She was genuinely proud of me even when i didn’t fully know why. She danced a delicate balance of being my absolute biggest fan, while helping me to stay grounded and to value humility. She taught me the deep and enormous importance of creating family from friendships, and geez, she was truly brilliant at that! In a matter of minutes, she made people feel fully welcomed in as part of her family. It wasn’t only for them, though – it was reciprocal and made her feel honored when people would allow for that closeness.
i wouldn’t be half the person i am without my mom’s nurture and guidance and undying, unquestionable love. Her unconditional love is perhaps what i will unbearably miss the absolute most.
but it is also, of course, what will keep me going.
Linda was preceded in death by her dear father – Abraham Isaac Fogel, her dear brother – Keith Fogel, and many beloved pups – Tawa, Max, Luney, JoeSchmoe (aka Joey), Nuva, Honue, Moose, Catori, and Nizhoni.
We all need a Linda in our corner, and the hole where she once was will be entirely impossible to fill. i hope we can carry her forward and find ways to give thoughtful gifts, tell dry jokes, hug big, listen carefully, be real, and Love each other truly.
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All the Love…)
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