The tide recedes, but leaves behind, bright seashells on the sand. | The sun goes down, but gentle warmth, still lingers on the land. | The music stops, and yet it echoes on in sweet refrain . . . | For every joy that passes, something beautiful remains. - Author UnknownKristi Visocky Foundation
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The Kristi Visocky Memorial Foundation, a.k.a. Kristi’s Fund, was created in memory of Kristi Visocky who was killed in an auto accident in May of 2003 at the age of 21. Determined to keep alive the spirit and compassion of a young woman ... more
A POEM BY KRISTI
KRISTI
BITCHY, FLIRTATIOUS, FUN, OUTSPOKEN
SISTER OF JASON, ADAM, AND JENNY
LOVER OF MUSIC, DOLPHINS, AND MY FAMILY
WHO FEELS ALONE EACH NIGHT WHEN I GO TO SLEEP,
FEISTY WHEN I FIND SOMETHING ELSE TO ARGUE ABOUT,
AND OVERWHELMED WITH ALL THE CHOICES COMING UP IN MY LIFE.
WHO NEEDS LOTS OF ATTENTION, MY MOTHER, AND PLENTY OF SLEEP.
WHO GIVES A SHOULDER TO CRY ON WHEN FRIENDS ARE IN NEED,
MY HEART TO THE ANIMALS AT THE HUMANE SOCIETY,
AND GIVES AN OPINION WHEN I FEEL SOMETHING IS WRONG.
WHO FEARS BEING ALONE WHEN I GROW OLD,
LOSING MY MOTHER, AND BEING ORDINARY.
WHO WOULD LIKE TO SEE MY GRANDCHILDREN BE BORN,
A WOMAN BECOME PRESIDENT,
AND TRAVEL AROUND THE WORLD.
RESIDENT OF FORT COLLINS: MAROON
VISOCKY
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KRISTI
BITCHY, FLIRTATIOUS, FUN, OUTSPOKEN
SISTER OF JASON, ADAM, AND JENNY
LOVER OF MUSIC, DOLPHINS, AND MY FAMILY
WHO FEELS ALONE EACH NIGHT WHEN I GO TO SLEEP,
FEISTY WHEN I FIND SOMETHING ELSE TO ARGUE ABOUT,
AND OVERWHELMED WITH ALL THE CHOICES COMING UP IN MY LIFE.
WHO NEEDS LOTS OF ATTENTION, MY MOTHER, AND PLENTY OF SLEEP.
WHO GIVES A SHOULDER TO CRY ON WHEN FRIENDS ARE IN NEED,
MY HEART TO THE ANIMALS AT THE HUMANE SOCIETY,
AND GIVES AN OPINION WHEN I FEEL SOMETHING IS WRONG.
WHO FEARS BEING ALONE WHEN I GROW OLD,
LOSING MY MOTHER, AND BEING ORDINARY.
WHO WOULD LIKE TO SEE MY GRANDCHILDREN BE BORN,
A WOMAN BECOME PRESIDENT,
AND TRAVEL AROUND THE WORLD.
RESIDENT OF FORT COLLINS: MAROON
VISOCKY