13 March 2013
Marianne Lundberg Owen, Our Dear Friend
What a loss each of us who knew her must feel today. The shock of her death is overpowering. She was an artist and true professional with her abilities to see just the right textures of matting, framing and shades of the many pictures, paintings, inscriptions and surrounding scapes to make them just right for each framework. She was a wonderful homemaker, no matter the circumstance. She was a great companion who listened without criticism, who could offer soothing remarks and gentle brushes to aid one on the journey of life. She was a joy to be with in all seasons; no matter her circumstance. She knew who she was and what she was about in this life. She loved deeply and affectionately her soul mate Wes; himself gone way too early. Her homes were all open offerings of warmth, beauty, art and culture mixed with her many items connecting her to her beloved homeland, Denmark and her family there. She loved deeply her Jens, Peter and Stacy as only a mother could do. Her children's families were a true extention of her own self. Marianne was selfless and kind and decent and whole. She was a nurse who could quickly evaluate a situation and take direct action to create the best patient care possible. She loved her many friends and made time for them; no matter the circumstance or time to do so. She loved her dogs and will be sorely missed by her Abbey. She loved to play penny slots at Blackhawk. She loved the drive to the mountains and Blackhawk where she could continue her conversations with her friends. She loved to spend time at Glenwood Springs in the heated pools or the cabin in the mountains where solace and respite restored the soul and spirits of all who had the pleasure to be there. She had a wonderful life and leaves each and every one who knew her and were with her a legacy of good humor, a great laugh, a warm embrace, a gentle hand and much more. She was grace and dignity in person. She loved and was loved. We will miss her warm smile, her welcoming into her life all she came in contact to. Her eternity of life will live with each of us until we meet again. We loved her and were loved by her.
We are all just travelers in this world. From the sweet grass to the packing house; birth to death, we travel between the eternities!