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Obituaries

Arden Leasia Balyeat

November 03, 1960 - July 27, 2009

Passionate about life and those she loved

Arden Balyeat, 48, of West Seattle died Monday, July 27th in a drowning accident. She was born to Patricia Cassidy Balyeat and the late James Balyeat in Woodland California, November 1960. Arden attended Pullman High School and Western Washington University.

Arden was married to Jeffery Tschumperlin July 1995. In 2002 she gave birth to their son, Lucas James Balyeat Tschumperlin.

She generously volunteered her time and ceaseless energy not only to family and friends but to crisis centers, women’s shelters, Little Bit Therapeutic Riding Center and Gatewood Elementary PTSA.

Arden was passionate about life and those she loved. She belonged to a wonderful mom’s group and to WBO (Women Business Owners).

She is survived by her husband and son of West Seattle, her mother Patricia and step-father Randy Jorgensen of Pullman Washington, sisters Laurel Balyeat of Saratoga, California and Ilya Blace of Vancouver, Washington as well as two aunts, and many more blended and extended family members.

She loved her friends and her family but Arden was most devoted to her son Lucas.

FUNERAL INFORMATION

A memorial celebration service is planned for Arden Saturday August 1st at 4:00 PM at the West Seattle Christian Church, 4400 42nd Avenue SW, Seattle, WA 98116.

A celebratory wake will take place at Arden and Jeff's home following the service at 4008 46th Avenue SW, Seattle, WA 98116. Please bring food, wine or dessert to share during the celebratory wake and the family requests that you take any leftovers home with you.

DONATIONS

A benevolence fund has been set up for Lucas in Arden's name.

Contributions may be made by sending a check made out to:

Donation in the name of Arden L. Balyeat to: Boeing Employee Credit Union (BECU) PO Box 97050 Seattle Wa 98124

Contributions will be deeply appreciated.


Memorial

Remember

 

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

Christina Rossetti

She wept, and the women consoled her

 

The Flow of tears ebbed,
her blouse began to dry.
But the sobs that
took her by the shoulders and
shook her came back
for unknown reasons
and shook her again, like soldiers
coming back when everyone had gone.
History's traffic had speeded up and
smashed into gridlock all around her;
the women consoled her but she couldn't get out.
Bent forward as she was,
she found herself looking at her legs.
They were old, the skin
shiny over swollen ankles,
and blotched. They meant nothing to her
but they were all she could see.
Her fallen tears had left their traces
like snail-tracks on them.

by Denise Levertov-Breathing the Water

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