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Her Life

We unexpectedly lost CHRISTI MARIE HEINTZ (LANDENBERGER) on May 11, 2020 a day after being celebrated on Mother’s Day. One of her fondest passions was hiking and bagging peaks, but she was severely allergic to bee stings, and while coming down her latest conquest (Black Mountain near Las Vegas) she told one of her fellow hikers she had been stung by something and immediately collapsed. She was given her EpiPen injection but never regained consciousness. So tragic, but we had often talked about how we wanted to go, doing what we loved; she in nature, me on a soccer field. I believe she was one of God’s favorites and seeing how happy she was, took her straight to his home, bypassing old age, infirmity, and extended illnesses that her parents had to endure. She is so deeply missed by her family and extended sets of friends. Her absence leaves such a crushing pain. Christi was so devoted to our children and 9 grandchildren. Our grandchildren even had a special name for her, Honey. Honey was passionate about teaching the kids about her interests, all things in nature, skiing, hiking, playing the guitar, photography, and singing. She was the idea person, organizer, instigator, and communicator for the family, always finding fun ways for the family to share time together.  It was her idea at the inception of Covid-19 to shelter-in-place with the entire family. She taught classes in the morning and planned fun activities in the afternoon with the grandkids. We were so fortunate to have the chance to spend time with the entire family for an extended time this year. It did mean that we had 17 people for most meals, which encouraged her to start cooking. As we work through the Arizona rules for gathering, we will have a Celebration of Life in her honor.  Please check the 'stories, info, and more' tab for updates as we know more and can provide details. Hold your loved ones daily, life is precious and loss can be too quick. 

 

                                       

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The kids

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Tara

My Mom

 

I thank God for my mom giving me the precious gift of life. I am blessed to have been able to call her my mom, and for my kids to have known the love of their Grandma Honey. Through the gift of life, she has shown me how to live that life to the fullest. She had a large network of friends and hobbies, yet she always made me feel special.  I’m thankful for my mom’s adventurous spirit and love of the outdoors, and for passing that on to me and my siblings. I’m thankful for the love shared between a mother and a daughter, and I hope to honor her memory in raising my children. There was nothing left unsaid between us, and I’m so thankful that she knew how much I loved her. 

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Erin

Moms

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I'm still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that my mom is gone.  I keep thinking I'll hear her walk through the front door and say in her sing-song voice "Honey's here!"  And with that the kids will run to her, Phil and I will get a few tasks done around the house, and then we'll settle in laughing and catching up with her.  My mom was so passionate about her interests, but mostly she wanted to share them with everyone she loved.  Family and friends were the most important things to her.  I'm so thankful for each day we had with her; days that were full of adventures, jokes, music, and unconditional love.  I think that is how she's now spending her time with the Lord, ready to greet us and eagerly embrace us with love when we see her again in Heaven.

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Kevin

April, 2017

 

My beautiful mother and I in the most beautiful place on earth. I feel lost without reaching the places we should have gone, cold without the enormous amount of love that you radiated, and alone without the guidance that you provided. The memories that I will always cherish are exploring until we were lost, plunging into water that was freezing cold, and enjoying the canyon together for 5 days and 55 miles – all alone in the remote backcountry.

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