{"id":4714,"date":"2014-12-06T01:53:36","date_gmt":"2014-12-06T01:53:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.clarissarizal.com\/blogblog\/?p=4714"},"modified":"2015-01-31T05:07:07","modified_gmt":"2015-01-31T05:07:07","slug":"beloved-cindy-gustafson","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.clarissarizal.com\/blog\/2014\/12\/beloved-cindy-gustafson\/","title":{"rendered":"Beloved Cindy Gustafson"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"attachment_4716\" style=\"width: 525px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.clarissarizal.com\/blogblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/CindyGustafson2008.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-4716\" class=\"wp-image-4716 size-full\" src=\"http:\/\/www.clarissarizal.com\/blogblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/CindyGustafson2008.jpg\" alt=\"CindyGustafson2008\" width=\"515\" height=\"543\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.clarissarizal.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/CindyGustafson2008.jpg 515w, https:\/\/www.clarissarizal.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/12\/CindyGustafson2008-285x300.jpg 285w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 515px) 100vw, 515px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-4716\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Cindy Gustafson, born in Carlisle, Pennsylvania May 21, 1935; passed away peacefully in her sleep on December 3, 2014 in Pagosa Springs, Colorado at the age of 79<\/p><\/div>\n<p>On the 2nd day sailing on the Alaska ferry, Wednesday, December 3rd:&#8230;.. this evening 6 hours southbound from Ketchikan, destination Bellingham, Washington, when I entered my stateroom, I noticed a friend texted me that a dear friend Cindy Gustafson passed away last night in her sleep. I had just finished dinner with new-found friends and was planning on designing the next part of this child-size Chilkat robe; I also planned on finalizing my Power Point Presentation for the Portland Art Museum two nights from now; I was also planning on shaping the best part of my weaving. Oh well, as usual a death of a dear one takes precedence over commitments and goals. I put these all aside. I watched the darkness glide by outside the window for several hours until I laid myself to a still sleep. Without dreams.<\/p>\n<p>Cindy Gustafson was a spunky elder right up there next to my Kate Terry who passed away over five years ago. I loved these gals. Both women were well known in our community; one wrote a \u201cgossip column\u201d for the local newspaper and the other had her own \u201cgossip column\u201d just by being a great listener.<\/p>\n<p>Halloween was the last time I saw Cindy. We were at the monthly WHIPS luncheon (Women Helping In Pagosa Springs). I noticed she looked very radiant as if she were wearing a bit of blush and eyeliner, her bluest eyes sparked like sapphires, ah, but there was no trace of additions; her radiance was of the natural kind. As usual she wanted to know about my love life, my family life, and my business &#8211; I told her I was preparing to visit the latest additional grandchildren in Juneau and I was also finishing up the last of my products for the upcoming markets I was planning in Alaska during Thanksgiving weekend, and that I would be out of town until Christmas Eve so I would be missing all of the local holiday events that she had been planning for the community, and that Dan was going to be meeting me in Portland to play a live gig during my Power Point Presentation and that we would be driving back to Colorado together.\u00a0\u00a0 She was happy to hear things were going well for me.<\/p>\n<p>Cindy and I always remarked about the other\u2019s attire; we always admired what the other was wearing. That day she was wearing one of her fantastic skirts, the Seminole Indian patchwork skirt I told her that she would willingly will me when she passed\u2026I told her I would cherish the skirt forever and I would tell the world about the wonderful woman who once owned the skirt before me and I would say this with pride. Cindy thought I was a little crazy but I know she forgave me because we shared being Gemini\u2019s which made it all the more reason why we had this common understanding of our character!<\/p>\n<p>Now I imagine wearing that skirt, though I will most likely not inherit it and it is important to note the skirt means more than an object of desire. The skirt represented the passing of a beautiful thing to another with love, respect and honor. Whatever skirt I wear will always remind me of Cindy.<\/p>\n<p>Cindy began the women helping women in Pagosa Springs.\u00a0 About 4 years ago, when I was still adjusting from several major life changes, I was a recipient of a WHIPS donation.\u00a0 I will always remember this.\u00a0 Here&#8217;s the link to the WHIPS:\u00a0 http:\/\/pagosawomen.com\/sample-page\/<\/p>\n<p>Like our beloved Kate Terry, I will always remember our Cindy Gustafson!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>On the 2nd day sailing on the Alaska ferry, Wednesday, December 3rd:&#8230;.. this evening 6 hours southbound from Ketchikan, destination Bellingham, Washington, when I entered my stateroom, I noticed a friend texted me that a dear friend Cindy Gustafson passed away last night in her sleep. 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