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Jeannie Marie New Moon {1953-2006}

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Jeannie Marie New Moon

July 15, 1953 - August 12, 2006

Knowing it lies beyond

Jeannie stomps in khaki camouflage,
proud and tall in her combat boots.
Her anger spits at the end of a knife
when eyes squint blinded, blurred by night
or spirits.

Through tears she rages, always aware it's
somewhere beyond her grasp.

And she loves her mother's conversion van,
the bottle that's passed from friend to friend,
her dog, Natasha, white and tan,
the sacred feathers: eagle and hawk, her
motorbike.

For there is something therein she seeks,
yet knows that it lies beyond.

And the full moon wanes as the new moon dawns
when the U.P. diesel runs through town,
and the whistle sounds for all to clear.
Perhaps, as Jeannie bends over the tracks,
she does not hear ...

And her life's expended in one last gasp,
in reach of something beyond.

© Kåre Enga

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The obituary as it appeared in the Lawrence Journal World today, Thursday, August 17:

Jeannie Marie NewMoon
1953 - 2006
Visitation services for Jeannie Marie NewMoon, 53, Lawrence, will be from 4 p.m. to 6 p.m. Friday at Rumsey-Yost Funeral Home. Cremation is planned.

Miss NewMoon died Saturday, Aug. 12, 2006, from injuries received in a pedestrian-train accident in North Lawrence.

She was born July 15, 1953, in Phoenix, the daughter of Willard G. And Ruth A. Cooley NewMoon. She graduated from high school in Phoenix and later attended Kansas University.

Miss NewMoon was disabled.

Survivors include four brothers, Mitchell NewMoon, and William, Timothy and Thomas Tichy, all of Phoenix; three sisters, Vickie and Alberta NewMoon, both of Sacaton, Ariz., and Elaine NewMoon, of Phoenix.

The family suggests memorial contributions to the Jeannie Marie NewMoon memorial fund, sent in care of the funeral home.

Online condolences may be sent at http://www.rumsey-yost.com.

Notes: The sig is a gift from SilverValkyre loves YOU! . Everyone here likes it alot. The poem has gone through various stages, but must be done tomorrow. An earlier version is in the previous entry. As is all my spleen; if you can stomach a rant, please read it. I put the obituary in, because after all the controversy, it seemed appropriate and fitting.