Connie Joy Martin Brown

There never, ever, are adequate words to describe what your heart is feeling when the person you love and shared the majority of your life with, is now in the loving embrace of our Heavenly Father. Connie is now without the pain that has been a constant presence with her for so many years. For that I am happy. However, Connie is not going to “Ride Off Into The Sunset” with me as part of the “Grand Plan, Happy Ending” I envisioned to our lives. Or share in the happiest moments of our children getting married and having children of their own.

When I met Connie I wasn’t immediately captivated by her, but as we dated and I got to know her, I was amazed at all her talents and wanted to be with her. Connie was in ballet, ice skating, snow skiing, musicals, singing, dance (she loved tap dance) all that artsy fartsy stuff. Connie was a foosball force to be reckoned with on the campus of Washington State University. Often referred to as “Wonder Woman” she would brag about how her foosball mate and her would only have to spend a quarter and would play all night, knocking off men who thought their duo was just a bunch of weak girls. Even with all that going on, Connie had time to get involved in politics. I don’t know how she had time for me back then! But what made me really fall for her; she loved fishing and camping. "WE HAVE A WINNER" I told myself! She was outgoing too. A perfect compliment to my shy self. Within minutes of her talking with you it was like she was a friend you’ve known for ages.

Connie was the “wild spirit” the “risk taker” of the family. Always dragging me off to do this or that. Me protesting, dragging my feet, pouting and then admitting to her that I actually enjoyed myself. She was the “glue” the “cheerleader” that held the family together during those tough years we were living on food stamps and assistance after we left the Air Force and me finally finding a job in the computer field.

Connie’s beautiful face was the first thing I saw in the morning and the last I saw before I closed my eyes for the night. I’m going to miss seeing Connie in her rocking chair, miss hearing her sing, miss watching her get all dolled up just to go to a movie. My heart aches that my kids (Trevor, Melissa & Brittany) will not have their mother in their lives as they get older. I had so much more I wanted to share with her. Now my memories of my beloved wife are what I carry with me thru time. Memories that will help heal but not totally fill the emptiness I now feel because Connie is no longer by my side, holding my hand. I love you Connie. --- David, husband