HELEN COMPTON GRAHAM (1928 - 2013) Surrounded by her loved ones, passed away peacefully on July 17, 2013, after a short illness in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Helen's life was full of adventure. She was involved in her community and independently traveled the world. She embraced different cultures, even learning a new language. Helen easily connected with people throughout her life and many of these bonds lasted a lifetime. Music and dancing at every opportunity brought her lots of joy, even days before her passing. In 1984, Helen chose to reside in Santa Fe, New Mexico, as she loved the traditions and felt she had traveled somewhere unique. During her years in Santa Fe, she happily tutored Native-American children attending the Santa Fe City Schools. For several years she was a docent at The Museum of International Folk Art and at The Museum of Spanish Colonial Art. Embracing the traditions of the community, she was an active member of the Santa Fe Fiesta Council for several years. In 1995, she moved to El Castillo and became an involved resident in this retirement community, loving its location in the heart of Santa Fe. Before moving to New Mexico, she lived for several years in the agricultural, industrial and college community of Wooster, Ohio, a town revered by her as well as many of her forebears. During those years in Wooster, she attended many college classes, often participating in projects dedicated to student concerns. She was preceded in death by her brothers, Bill Compton, Ross Compton, and sister, Catherine Compton Chase. She is survived by her son, Robert Compton Graham (Laurel) of Poolesville, Maryland, and her daughter Laurie Anne Graham of Boise, Idaho, as well as her grandchildren, Heather, Richard, Laura, Justin and Megan. No memorial service is planned, but memory of her may be well served for relatives and friends in the sharing of a favorite poem: After Glow I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one, I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done. I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways, of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days. I'd like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun of happy memories that I leave when life is done.