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Richards Family posted a condolence
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Not everything could be included in mom’s obituary obviously, so here are a few more things to share with friends and family, to hopefully leave us all with a smile…And no doubt we’ll keep telling and re-telling many more family anecdotes over time… From Genevieve’s very early childhood: “Genevieve! Derriere le paravent!” (“Genevieve, get behind the screen!”): This was a frequent call to little Genevieve, inviting her to step behind her mother’s parlor screen, from which she would emerge to entertain her mother’s guests with all sorts of amusing “stories” improvised on the spot… ********* ” Ne vous inquietez pas Lili, je vous dirais quand il tombera!” (“Don’t worry Lili, I’ll let you know when he falls off!”): This was what little Genevieve, wanting to be helpful, said to Lili, her family’s household helper and good friend, who had interrupted her sewing to anxiously look out the window at the roofer walking dangerously close to the edge of the peaked Parisian rooftop across the street… ****** “Est-ce que vous pourriez me montrer votre bourse?… Parce que Maman dit que votre mari vous a epouse pour votre bourse…” (” Could you please show me your purse? …Because Mother said that your husband married you for your purse…”) This was said by little Genevieve to a relative of her mother’s, in front of company…She was of course expecting to be shown some kind of grand and beautiful handbag… Needless to say, this innocent request caused quite a family scandal…!) *********** “Attention, attention! Pas top pres du bord!!” (Be careful! Don’t get so close to the edge!): As an adult, Genevieve was always fairly afraid of getting to close to the edge of cliffs, rooftops, winding mountain roads etc…Pretty ironic considering that she never even hesitated to throw herself out of an airplane (3 times!) in her 80s… ******* “Il me faut mon cafe!” (“I need my coffee!) (said often, including upon waking up in thew middle of nowhere during a camping trip in Brittany her late 50s…finding the nearest village became the top priority!) ******** “Oh le pauvre!” (“Oh, poor thing!”): Said by Genevieve as she stared down from the top level of the modernist Beaubourg landmark building in Paris at the gathered colorful throngs of buskers, tourists and others on the plaza far below…She had spotted one single solitary stray dog among the crowds… *********** “Il n’a pas invente les boutons a cinq trous!” (“He didn’t invent the five-hole button!): An expression Genevieve used all too frequently (!) to describe people she thought were idiots… ********** “Est-ce que ca avance?” (“Are things getting anywhere?”) …and… “Why don’t people DO something?” : ************ Said frequently over the years, to express frustration that people were tolerating way too much, and not changing things for the better fast enough… Something mom had kept for more than 90 years, in pristine condition: A postcard sent to her in 1918 (when she was 2 years old) by her father who was away at war (this was towards the end of WW1) — The text of the card reads: “Ma petite Genevieve, lorsque tu sauras lire, cette carte n’existera sans doute plus. C’est tout de meme un souvenir de la guerre et de ton papa qui t’embrasse tres fort.” (” My little Genevieve, by the time you are old enough to read this this postcard probably won’t exist anymore. But it’s still a remembrance of the war, and of your papa who sends you a loving embrace.”) … This small token of her father’s love must have meant a great deal to Genevieve since she kept it all those years and wherever she went … It will continue to be preserved, for future generations. ********* A very partial list of a few favorite things: Her collection of little ceramic dogs…(real dogs were even better of course!)…Music: Tosca, Leontyne Price, Maria Callas, Harry Belafonte, Edith Piaf (“Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien!”), Flamenco guitar, and even (yes, really) Eric Clapton and Cream!… Her two best watercolor paintings (“La Bretonne” and “Notre Dame”)…horses…the squirrel on her window birdfeeder…Wine! Beer! “Fruits de Mer” (fresh shellfish)!…Les chataigners, les lilas, les chevrefeuilles dans l’allee de Central Park (chestnut trees, lilacs, the honeysuckle along the path in Central Park)…Riding a bike…sledding…flying a kite…mechanical musical toys, tops, rubber snakes, party favors, and toy cars…Genevieve loved small toys to the very end of her life…believing firmly that one should never be too old to play! ******* …Finding faces and animal shapes in clouds…in stones washed up on a beach… Taking her children, a folding card table, folding chairs, stuffed animals, and a picnic supper up on the roof of their New York apartment building on summer evenings…transforming the hot, humid and gritty summers into sweet magic… ********** Another thing she kept, always, and wherever she went: A box cramed full of the childhood drawings and greeting cards made by all her daughters and grandchildren… *********** Two poems written in childhood: Le Torpilleur (The torpedo boat) Sur l’ocean rageur Balance par les flots Un sombre torpilleur accoure parmi les algues Courbe, puis redresse, Il poursuit son chemin, Semblant etre lasse de courir sans fin. Mais la tempete est dure, Il s’abat comme un mur et meure sans soupirer. (Genevieve, age 10) ******** (Untitled) Ma mere, dit l’enfant, quelle est donc cette perle sur votre joue posee? Dors, repondit la mere, C’est un mot sur mon coeur tombe. ********** Genevieve’s favorite saying (which she wrote in every one of her address books): ” Je vis ou me conduisent mes bottes — J’habite sous mon chapeau” ********** Finally, her most appropriate nickname: GENEVIEVE, “JEUNE-ET-VIVE!” xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Derek posted a condolence
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
This is a wonderful and poignant tribute to my grandmother, and it has helped me a lot during the grieving process. Thank you so much for this; it is an important part of allowing Mamie’s memory to live on forever.
There are so many precious ìlittle thingsî that I will remember about Mamie that really arenít little at all. For instance, the ritual we followed whenever we traveled somewhere together by car: I would fasten her passenger seat-belt and she would say ìthank you my dear! Her guttural laugh (hooa!), eye roll, and playful head bob whenever someone said or did something she thought was silly The time, years ago, when I was going through a difficult stretch with my girlfriend and she sweetly comforted me The way she finally got up on the dance floor at Charlotteís wedding, and let looseÖ Her succinct initial description of rock formations on a vacation years ago (c’est bizarre!), which became a running joke between Mamie, my mother, and me for the rest of Mamieís life; every time we encountered scenery, or a work of art, or anything really, that Mamie wasnít crazy about, one of us would say ñ ìcíest
bizarre!î and we would all laugh. The time, within the last year or so, that we listened to Edith Piaf in her room and talked for a long time about music and other things. The times I played Christmas music, or Bob Dylan songs, on the piano. The way she would advise me to have a good time, but not party too hard; she said I should imagine her saying Non, non, non! if I got too close to crossing that line. That became a running joke too. Whenever she knew that I was about to go hang out with my friends, one of us would say ìNon, non, non!. The way she would tease me when my beard was starting to look scraggly and unkempt. And, of course, there was the way she would get lost in her own world whenever she saw animals, especially puppies, or ñtowards the end of her life-the birds upstairs.
These are just a few of the things that I will always treasureóthings that made Mamie who she was.
I miss my grandmother greatly, and I think of her a lot. She was tough and resilient, but also sweet, and very funny. She had a defiant, adventurous spirit. I loved her, and I am grateful for the time that we got to spend together. I am grateful that she lived such a full life. And, even in the midst of sadness, it makes me smile to know that she touched so many other people over the course of her almost 93 years on this planet.
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Richards Family posted a condolence
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Not everything could be included in mom’s obituary obviously, so here are a few more things to share with friends and family, to hopefully leave us all with a smile…And no doubt we’ll keep telling and re-telling many more family anecdotes over time… From Genevieve’s very early childhood: “Genevieve! Derriere le paravent!” (“Genevieve, get behind the screen!”): This was a frequent call to little Genevieve, inviting her to step behind her mother’s parlor screen, from which she would emerge to entertain her mother’s guests with all sorts of amusing “stories” improvised on the spot… ********* ” Ne vous inquietez pas Lili, je vous dirais quand il tombera!” (“Don’t worry Lili, I’ll let you know when he falls off!”): This was what little Genevieve, wanting to be helpful, said to Lili, her family’s household helper and good friend, who had interrupted her sewing to anxiously look out the window at the roofer walking dangerously close to the edge of the peaked Parisian rooftop across the street… ****** “Est-ce que vous pourriez me montrer votre bourse?… Parce que Maman dit que votre mari vous a epouse pour votre bourse…” (” Could you please show me your purse? …Because Mother said that your husband married you for your purse…”) This was said by little Genevieve to a relative of her mother’s, in front of company…She was of course expecting to be shown some kind of grand and beautiful handbag… Needless to say, this innocent request caused quite a family scandal…!) *********** “Attention, attention! Pas top pres du bord!!” (Be careful! Don’t get so close to the edge!): As an adult, Genevieve was always fairly afraid of getting to close to the edge of cliffs, rooftops, winding mountain roads etc…Pretty ironic considering that she never even hesitated to throw herself out of an airplane (3 times!) in her 80s… ******* “Il me faut mon cafe!” (“I need my coffee!) (said often, including upon waking up in thew middle of nowhere during a camping trip in Brittany her late 50s…finding the nearest village became the top priority!) ******** “Oh le pauvre!” (“Oh, poor thing!”): Said by Genevieve as she stared down from the top level of the modernist Beaubourg landmark building in Paris at the gathered colorful throngs of buskers, tourists and others on the plaza far below…She had spotted one single solitary stray dog among the crowds… *********** “Il n’a pas invente les boutons a cinq trous!” (“He didn’t invent the five-hole button!): An expression Genevieve used all too frequently (!) to describe people she thought were idiots… ********** “Est-ce que ca avance?” (“Are things getting anywhere?”) …and… “Why don’t people DO something?” : ************ Said frequently over the years, to express frustration that people were tolerating way too much, and not changing things for the better fast enough… Something mom had kept for more than 90 years, in pristine condition: A postcard sent to her in 1918 (when she was 2 years old) by her father who was away at war (this was towards the end of WW1) — The text of the card reads: “Ma petite Genevieve, lorsque tu sauras lire, cette carte n’existera sans doute plus. C’est tout de meme un souvenir de la guerre et de ton papa qui t’embrasse tres fort.” (” My little Genevieve, by the time you are old enough to read this this postcard probably won’t exist anymore. But it’s still a remembrance of the war, and of your papa who sends you a loving embrace.”) … This small token of her father’s love must have meant a great deal to Genevieve since she kept it all those years and wherever she went … It will continue to be preserved, for future generations. ********* A very partial list of a few favorite things: Her collection of little ceramic dogs…(real dogs were even better of course!)…Music: Tosca, Leontyne Price, Maria Callas, Harry Belafonte, Edith Piaf (“Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien!”), Flamenco guitar, and even (yes, really) Eric Clapton and Cream!… Her two best watercolor paintings (“La Bretonne” and “Notre Dame”)…horses…the squirrel on her window birdfeeder…Wine! Beer! “Fruits de Mer” (fresh shellfish)!…Les chataigners, les lilas, les chevrefeuilles dans l’allee de Central Park (chestnut trees, lilacs, the honeysuckle along the path in Central Park)…Riding a bike…sledding…flying a kite…mechanical musical toys, tops, rubber snakes, party favors, and toy cars…Genevieve loved small toys to the very end of her life…believing firmly that one should never be too old to play! ******* …Finding faces and animal shapes in clouds…in stones washed up on a beach… Taking her children, a folding card table, folding chairs, stuffed animals, and a picnic supper up on the roof of their New York apartment building on summer evenings…transforming the hot, humid and gritty summers into sweet magic… ********** Another thing she kept, always, and wherever she went: A box cramed full of the childhood drawings and greeting cards made by all her daughters and grandchildren… *********** Two poems written in childhood: Le Torpilleur (The torpedo boat) Sur l’ocean rageur Balance par les flots Un sombre torpilleur accoure parmi les algues Courbe, puis redresse, Il poursuit son chemin, Semblant etre lasse de courir sans fin. Mais la tempete est dure, Il s’abat comme un mur et meure sans soupirer. (Genevieve, age 10) ******** (Untitled) Ma mere, dit l’enfant, quelle est donc cette perle sur votre joue posee? Dors, repondit la mere, C’est un mot sur mon coeur tombe. ********** Genevieve’s favorite saying (which she wrote in every one of her address books): ” Je vis ou me conduisent mes bottes — J’habite sous mon chapeau” ********** Finally, her most appropriate nickname: GENEVIEVE, “JEUNE-ET-VIVE!” xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Derek posted a condolence
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
This is a wonderful and poignant tribute to my grandmother, and it has helped me a lot during the grieving process. Thank you so much for this; it is an important part of allowing Mamie’s memory to live on forever.
There are so many precious ìlittle thingsî that I will remember about Mamie that really arenít little at all. For instance, the ritual we followed whenever we traveled somewhere together by car: I would fasten her passenger seat-belt and she would say ìthank you my dear! Her guttural laugh (hooa!), eye roll, and playful head bob whenever someone said or did something she thought was silly The time, years ago, when I was going through a difficult stretch with my girlfriend and she sweetly comforted me The way she finally got up on the dance floor at Charlotteís wedding, and let looseÖ Her succinct initial description of rock formations on a vacation years ago (c’est bizarre!), which became a running joke between Mamie, my mother, and me for the rest of Mamieís life; every time we encountered scenery, or a work of art, or anything really, that Mamie wasnít crazy about, one of us would say ñ ìcíest
bizarre!î and we would all laugh. The time, within the last year or so, that we listened to Edith Piaf in her room and talked for a long time about music and other things. The times I played Christmas music, or Bob Dylan songs, on the piano. The way she would advise me to have a good time, but not party too hard; she said I should imagine her saying Non, non, non! if I got too close to crossing that line. That became a running joke too. Whenever she knew that I was about to go hang out with my friends, one of us would say ìNon, non, non!. The way she would tease me when my beard was starting to look scraggly and unkempt. And, of course, there was the way she would get lost in her own world whenever she saw animals, especially puppies, or ñtowards the end of her life-the birds upstairs.
These are just a few of the things that I will always treasureóthings that made Mamie who she was.
I miss my grandmother greatly, and I think of her a lot. She was tough and resilient, but also sweet, and very funny. She had a defiant, adventurous spirit. I loved her, and I am grateful for the time that we got to spend together. I am grateful that she lived such a full life. And, even in the midst of sadness, it makes me smile to know that she touched so many other people over the course of her almost 93 years on this planet.
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Bree Mills posted a condolence
Monday, May 25, 2009
As I write this, I am wearing a bright red baseball cap which has special meaning to me since whenever Genevieve saw me in it, she would crack up laughing. I thought the obituary was a wonderful tribute to Genevieve and her interesting life. It really captured the spunkiness that I associate with her. Although I didn’t meet Genevieve until late in her life, I would often see flashes of her youthful spirit. We used to look at the sequence of skydiving photos on the wall of her apartment which showed her first in the plane, then tumbling out, then soaring through the air with a huge smile on her face. When I would ask her about the experience and if she had been afraid, she would emphatically say, “Not at all.” At heart, she didn’t think of herself as old. With the slightest encouragement, she would demonstrate how flexible she still was, by bending over and not just touching her toes, but putting her hands flat on the floor! Perhaps my fondest memory of Genevieve goes back to the very first time that I met her. Genevieve, Pat, and I went for a walk together on a beautiful summer day on a path that ran alongside a stream. Pat has a passion for nature and science, so as we were walking, Pat would point out various plants to Genevieve, who was very curious. Genevieve was touching the leaves and commenting on their texture, examining the flowers, asking Pat questions. I was struck then by their shared love of nature and the close bond between them, something I came to appreciate even more as I got to know Genevieve and had a chance to see her and Pat spending time together. It was with great sadness that I heard of Genevieve’s death. My heartfelt sympathies go out to Genevieve’s entire family and all those who loved her. I know that I am not alone in deeply missing her.
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Bree Mills posted a condolence
Monday, May 25, 2009
As I write this, I am wearing a bright red baseball cap which has special meaning to me since whenever Genevieve saw me in it, she would crack up laughing. I thought the obituary was a wonderful tribute to Genevieve and her interesting life. It really captured the spunkiness that I associate with her. Although I didn’t meet Genevieve until late in her life, I would often see flashes of her youthful spirit. We used to look at the sequence of skydiving photos on the wall of her apartment which showed her first in the plane, then tumbling out, then soaring through the air with a huge smile on her face. When I would ask her about the experience and if she had been afraid, she would emphatically say, “Not at all.” At heart, she didn’t think of herself as old. With the slightest encouragement, she would demonstrate how flexible she still was, by bending over and not just touching her toes, but putting her hands flat on the floor! Perhaps my fondest memory of Genevieve goes back to the very first time that I met her. Genevieve, Pat, and I went for a walk together on a beautiful summer day on a path that ran alongside a stream. Pat has a passion for nature and science, so as we were walking, Pat would point out various plants to Genevieve, who was very curious. Genevieve was touching the leaves and commenting on their texture, examining the flowers, asking Pat questions. I was struck then by their shared love of nature and the close bond between them, something I came to appreciate even more as I got to know Genevieve and had a chance to see her and Pat spending time together. It was with great sadness that I heard of Genevieve’s death. My heartfelt sympathies go out to Genevieve’s entire family and all those who loved her. I know that I am not alone in deeply missing her.
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kathy campbell posted a condolence
Sunday, May 24, 2009
she was a great lady with lots of spunk….she left you all with some of that too so next time you are faced with adversity remember she was there first and helped pave the way………..to know her is to love her and she will be missed, my thoughts and prayers to the family
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kathy campbell posted a condolence
Sunday, May 24, 2009
she was a great lady with lots of spunk….she left you all with some of that too so next time you are faced with adversity remember she was there first and helped pave the way………..to know her is to love her and she will be missed, my thoughts and prayers to the family
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Gary and Cleo Riffey posted a condolence
Monday, May 18, 2009
Ronnie thank you for the wonderful story of your Mom. Although we only met briefly we now have a better picture and are sorry to have missed the fun of her true character. May she now live on in your memory as the touchstone for passion as she seems to have been. We wish our best to Charlotte-Ann, Jason and your family for a loving and peaceful passage of this difficult time. With love, Gary, Cleo and Annie
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Gary and Cleo Riffey posted a condolence
Monday, May 18, 2009
Ronnie thank you for the wonderful story of your Mom. Although we only met briefly we now have a better picture and are sorry to have missed the fun of her true character. May she now live on in your memory as the touchstone for passion as she seems to have been. We wish our best to Charlotte-Ann, Jason and your family for a loving and peaceful passage of this difficult time. With love, Gary, Cleo and Annie
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"Alain I knew Genevieve as the cantankerous, compassionate,irrepressible and individualistic, Riviere" posted a condolence
Sunday, May 17, 2009
I knew Genevieve as the cantankerous, compassionate,irrepressible and individualistic, human being and friend, that she was. What most perceived as her indifference to her fellow peoples, I see as her greatest strength: Genevieve’s celebration of Genevieve! And determination to live her life on no one’s predicate but her own. Admiringly, I saw the balance of self with her love of family and her concern for those that surrounded her (I wish I had surrounded her much more). I remember the last time I lived in Florida: Genevieve is coming over! to dinner…. and I thought, YES. can’t wait! I couldn’t wait to invite her! Because dinner was FUN! Dancing was FUN! Genevieve drew us out of ourselves to allow us to experience life as it should be lived: without recrimination,with a joie de vivre(bien sur) and then, certainly, with a respect for all it’s traditions( sorry, no respect for traditions, only a pointed finger, only, toward tradition.) Oh, what a cantilevered balance! Oh, how refreshing! Oh, how life enthusing! One could imagine life with infinite possibilities, drawbacks and then responsibilities. It would never be dull, Genevieve urged, nor happy or unhappy( a modern day Auntie Mame). Sky diving, freedom, the ability to adapt to changing circumstances is a hallmark of Genevieve’s life and story. Genevieve thrived and later was bowled down by adversity in her aging years, but, I always re-create, in my mind, the times that I know, when life seemed obtuse and Genevieve summoned everyone(BUT HERSELF, ironically) to the silver cloud above. It wasn’t to be hers; She wouldn’t allow it! Perhaps, she’s admiring her handiwork. Yes, I’ve learned much from Genevieve. Lest you take this as a two dimensional picture, forgive the narrative , and charge the author, pleading for three dimensions. Genevieve! Joie de vivre! Alain Riviere ariviere001@tampabay.rr.com 813.389.9879
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"Alain I knew Genevieve as the cantankerous, compassionate,irrepressible and individualistic, Riviere" posted a condolence
Sunday, May 17, 2009
I knew Genevieve as the cantankerous, compassionate,irrepressible and individualistic, human being and friend, that she was. What most perceived as her indifference to her fellow peoples, I see as her greatest strength: Genevieve’s celebration of Genevieve! And determination to live her life on no one’s predicate but her own. Admiringly, I saw the balance of self with her love of family and her concern for those that surrounded her (I wish I had surrounded her much more). I remember the last time I lived in Florida: Genevieve is coming over! to dinner…. and I thought, YES. can’t wait! I couldn’t wait to invite her! Because dinner was FUN! Dancing was FUN! Genevieve drew us out of ourselves to allow us to experience life as it should be lived: without recrimination,with a joie de vivre(bien sur) and then, certainly, with a respect for all it’s traditions( sorry, no respect for traditions, only a pointed finger, only, toward tradition.) Oh, what a cantilevered balance! Oh, how refreshing! Oh, how life enthusing! One could imagine life with infinite possibilities, drawbacks and then responsibilities. It would never be dull, Genevieve urged, nor happy or unhappy( a modern day Auntie Mame). Sky diving, freedom, the ability to adapt to changing circumstances is a hallmark of Genevieve’s life and story. Genevieve thrived and later was bowled down by adversity in her aging years, but, I always re-create, in my mind, the times that I know, when life seemed obtuse and Genevieve summoned everyone(BUT HERSELF, ironically) to the silver cloud above. It wasn’t to be hers; She wouldn’t allow it! Perhaps, she’s admiring her handiwork. Yes, I’ve learned much from Genevieve. Lest you take this as a two dimensional picture, forgive the narrative , and charge the author, pleading for three dimensions. Genevieve! Joie de vivre! Alain Riviere ariviere001@tampabay.rr.com 813.389.9879
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richie powers posted a condolence
Saturday, May 16, 2009
ronnie, charlotte and jason and all of your extended family – i am so sorry to hear of the death of your beloved mother and grandmother. she was truly a unique person. what fun to be with. i am thinking of you all in this time of loss.
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richie powers posted a condolence
Saturday, May 16, 2009
ronnie, charlotte and jason and all of your extended family – i am so sorry to hear of the death of your beloved mother and grandmother. she was truly a unique person. what fun to be with. i am thinking of you all in this time of loss.
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Karen Levy and Family posted a condolence
Friday, May 15, 2009
Ronnie, I am so sorry for your loss. Your mother was a “one off “. Very unique. My heartfelt condolences to your whole family. Love, Karen, Randy, Michael and Amanda Levy
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Annelen Madigan posted a condolence
Friday, May 15, 2009
To Ronnie, her sisters and all of Genivieve’s grandchildren: How facinating to read the story of her life. Joe and I extend our deep condolences at your loss. She was a great and interesting lady. I really enjoyed her sense of fun. Thank you for sharing her story and in the days and weeks ahead, be good to yourselves, it is a tough time. Love and prayers, Annelen
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Kym Hansler posted a condolence
Friday, May 15, 2009
From the moment I met Genevieve, we had a connection; wild woman to wild woman! We laughed, cried, played, danced, ate, drank and kicked our legs high together! She blessed my life with renewed passion and the guts to live wildly! I am forever changed because of her and continue to feel her spirit in my own. She has inspired me to live life to its fullest; I honor her with the commitment to live as passionately as she did. Thank you, Genevieve, for touching my heart. I miss you so much already.
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Danielle Bass posted a condolence
Friday, May 15, 2009
I am truly sad to hear of Genevieve’s passing, somehow I thought she would live forever! I guess she actually will live forever in the incredible memories we all have i.e. her driving lessons, how well she learned to honk every time she passed a church. I was very lucky to share a great deal of memories and time with her, Veronique thanks for sharing her with me! You and yours are in my prayers and heart as she will always be. (remember the window pane socks) Love Danielle Gregory,Aurora,Sami & Cristiano
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Karen Levy and Family posted a condolence
Friday, May 15, 2009
Ronnie, I am so sorry for your loss. Your mother was a “one off “. Very unique. My heartfelt condolences to your whole family. Love, Karen, Randy, Michael and Amanda Levy
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Annelen Madigan posted a condolence
Friday, May 15, 2009
To Ronnie, her sisters and all of Genivieve’s grandchildren: How facinating to read the story of her life. Joe and I extend our deep condolences at your loss. She was a great and interesting lady. I really enjoyed her sense of fun. Thank you for sharing her story and in the days and weeks ahead, be good to yourselves, it is a tough time. Love and prayers, Annelen
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Kym Hansler posted a condolence
Friday, May 15, 2009
From the moment I met Genevieve, we had a connection; wild woman to wild woman! We laughed, cried, played, danced, ate, drank and kicked our legs high together! She blessed my life with renewed passion and the guts to live wildly! I am forever changed because of her and continue to feel her spirit in my own. She has inspired me to live life to its fullest; I honor her with the commitment to live as passionately as she did. Thank you, Genevieve, for touching my heart. I miss you so much already.
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Danielle Bass posted a condolence
Friday, May 15, 2009
I am truly sad to hear of Genevieve’s passing, somehow I thought she would live forever! I guess she actually will live forever in the incredible memories we all have i.e. her driving lessons, how well she learned to honk every time she passed a church. I was very lucky to share a great deal of memories and time with her, Veronique thanks for sharing her with me! You and yours are in my prayers and heart as she will always be. (remember the window pane socks) Love Danielle Gregory,Aurora,Sami & Cristiano
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John Dickhaut posted a condolence
Thursday, May 14, 2009
What a tiger. It is a wonderful obituary. I smile when I think of the first time we met and she tied a cherry stem inside her mouth.
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John Dickhaut posted a condolence
Thursday, May 14, 2009
What a tiger. It is a wonderful obituary. I smile when I think of the first time we met and she tied a cherry stem inside her mouth.
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