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Marcella Martyn, our beloved mother, grandmother, sister, and friend, left us too soon on Thursday February 23, 2023. Her heart was so full of love, care, and compassion that she couldn’t stay on this planet another minute. She is on to her next great adventure.
Despite challenging early years, she succeeded in building a satisfying life for herself. Her devotion to her daughter, Julie and grandson, Tristan was intense. She relocated to Grand Junction during the illness and death of Julie’s partner, Darrold Rivers and remained close to support them in the following 25 years.
One of the great joys in her life was the discovery of her “second” family after years of searching.
Marci was a published, award-winning author on the subject of channeling the spiritual world. She lectured locally on the topic until her health prevented her from continuing.
Marci is survived by her daughter, Julie Carnes, grandson Tristan Carnes, his fiancée, Maddie Polhamus, and several brothers and sisters. She leaves behind friends, too numerous to count, who will remember her with love and miss her every day.
No services are planned at this time. In lieu of flowers, please consider a donation to the American Civil Liberties Union ( https://action.aclu.org/give/support-aclu-colorado ) or an animal charity of your choice.
Comes The Dawn
After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security,
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today,
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong,
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn...
With every goodbye you learn.
Author: Veronica Shoffstall
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