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Kim Moser

Kim Moser



 
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04/02/12 04:30 PM #1    

Cindy Ostberg

Kimberlee S. (Moser) Humphries

Humphries, Kimberlee S. (Moser) age 50, of Austin, TX, formerly of Edina, passed away Nov. 26, 2009. Preceded in death by her husband, Sam Humphries; and son, Alex Boulay who passed in 1986. She is survived by her children, Dan, Madeline and Emily; parents, Carl and Gloria Moser; siblings, Barbara (Chris) Quinn, Michael Moser and Jil (Matt) Ocel. She graduated from the University of WI at Madison, earning a degree in Journalism. Kimberlee also graduated from the Minnesota Paralegal School. She was later employed at William Mitchell College of Law as Assistant Director of Student Affairs. Memorial service Tuesday, Dec. 8, 2009 at 11:00 AM, with visitation one hour prior all at: Washburn-McReavy Edina Chapel 952-920-3996 West 50th St. & Hwy 100
Published in Star Tribune on December 6, 2009
 

 


04/03/12 03:36 PM #2    

Kris Duryea


07/14/12 05:20 AM #3    

Valerie Adams Kreager


07/14/12 05:21 AM #4    

Valerie Adams Kreager


07/14/12 05:22 AM #5    

Valerie Adams Kreager


07/14/12 05:25 AM #6    

Valerie Adams Kreager


07/14/12 04:28 PM #7    

Valerie Adams Kreager

 

The Next Place
By Warren Hanson

The next place that I go 
Will be as peaceful and familiar 
As a sleepy summer Sunday
And a sweet, untroubled mind.
And yet . . . 
It won't be anything like any place I've ever been. . . 

Or seen. . . or even dreamed of
In the place I leave behind.
I won't know where I'm going,
And I won't know where I've been
As I tumble through the always
And look back toward the when.
I'll glide beyond the rainbows.
I'll drift above the sky.
I'll fly into the wonder, without ever wondering why.
I won't remember getting there.

Somehow I'll just arrive.
But I'll know that I belong there
And will feel much more alive
Than I have ever felt before.
I will be absolutely free of the things that I held onto
That were holding onto me.
The next place that I go
Will be so quiet and so still
That the whispered song of sweet belonging will rise up to fill
The listening sky with joyful silence,
And with unheard harmonies
Of music made by no one playing,
Like a hush upon breeze.
There will be no room for darkness in that place of living light,
Where an ever-dawning morning pushes back the dying night.
The very air will fill with brilliance, as the brightly shining sun
And the moon and half a million stars are married into one.
The next place that I go Won't really be a place at all.
There won't be any seasons --  
Winter, summer, spring or fall -- 
Nor a Monday, Nor a Friday, 
Nor December, Nor July.
And the seconds will be standing still. . . 
While hours hurry by.
I will not be a boy or girl, 
A woman or man.
I'll simply be just, simply, me.
No worse or better than.
My skin will not be dark or light.
I won't be fat or tall.
The body I once lived in
Won't be part of me at all.
I will finally be perfect.
I will be without a flaw.
I will never make one more mistake,
Or break the smallest law.
And the me that was impatient,
Or was angry, or unkind,
Will simply be a memory.
The me I left behind.
I will travel empty-handed.
There is not a single thing
I have collected in my life
That I would ever want to bring Except. . .
The love of those who loved me,
And the warmth of those who cared.
The happiness and memories
And magic that we shared.
Though I will know the joy of solitude. . .
I'll never be alone. I'll be embraced
By all the family and friends I've ever known.
Although I might not see their faces,
All our hearts will beat as one,
And the circle of our spirits
Will shine brighter than the sun.
I will cherish all the friendship I was fortunate to find,
All love and all the laughter in the place I leave behind.
All these good things will go with me.
They will make my spirit glow.
And that light will shine forever In the next place that I go.

 

 

07/14/12 04:41 PM #8    

Valerie Adams Kreager


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