Services are Saturday, July 31st 4:00 PM at St. Michael and All Angels Episcopal Church, 6630 Nall Avenue, Mission, KS 66202. Interment of ashes will immediately follow the service in the church memorial garden.
Memorial contributions may be made to Servants of St. Mary Ministers to the Sick, 800 North 18th Street, Kansas City, KS 66102-4291 (913) 371-3423 [email protected]
Emily Marie Shipman was born on August 1, 1993 in Overland Park, Kansas and died July 25, 2021 after a hard fought battle with brain cancer. The years between her birth and death were filled with love, purpose and meaning.
The daughter of Jeffrey David Shipman and Julia Joslin Carter, Emily entered the world tiny, but, oh, so mighty. She was scrappy and smart from the start, wise, mature and articulate beyond her years. She stayed tiny; only 4 feet 10 inches tall, compensating for her stature with quiet, fearless determination.
At eight years old, when flying by herself from Ireland to Chicago, as she was delivered to her father, the flight attendant commented, “I wish my adult passengers were half so independent!” This independence carried her through life. Like her grandfathers, Emily was secure in her individuality. Her self-esteem was grounded in inner strength, and she rejected the notion of seeking acceptance or worth from others.
Emily valued her education and capitalized on her educational opportunities by becoming fluent in French, a voracious reader and amateur violinist. By early high school Emily’s love of reading manifested in a hobby of collecting books. Her tastes in literature were eclectic – the classics, young adult fiction, science fiction, children’s literature, history, politics, biographies – all helping to make her a well-rounded conversationalist, but your back would pay the price when she needed to move residences! If you watched carefully you could catch an eye roll when someone butchered a French pronunciation.
Emily believed in civic responsibility and educated herself on candidates and issues before any election, right down to views of local judicial candidates. She campaigned for candidates she supported and would patiently outline a balanced view of issues to anyone who might not be as engaged in the political process. Emily was a fourth generation Jayhawk, earning a Bachelor of Arts in Humanities from The University of Kansas. She loved KU basketball and was prone to uncharacteristic, overt displays of emotion when watching.
The Episcopal Church, especially St. Michael and All Angels in Mission, Kansas, provided the foundation of Emily’s faith and she loved participating in church and diocesan youth programming, giving her community and fellowship during her teenage years. In high school she began working in the church nursery and developed a love of working with young children, eventually leading to her career choice in early childhood education. She taught preschool at Holy Trinity Catholic School in Lenexa, Kansas and positively impacted the lives of many children and parents.
Travelling was one of Emily’s favorite hobbies and she would often take trips to a new destination completely on her own. Most recently she took trips to Vancouver and New York City accompanied only by her street smarts and love for adventure.
Emily was blessed to be surrounded by so many who loved and adored her. She was preceded in death by her maternal grandfather, Ned Joslin, paternal grandfather, David Shipman, and grandmother, Willa Dean Carter. She is survived and loved by her three parents, Jeffrey Shipman, Julia Carter and Stevie Carter, her brother Paul Stephen Carter, step-sisters Jayme Lea Carter and Crystal Marie Carter, grandmothers, Jane Joslin and Helen Shipman, and a network of loving family including uncles, aunts and cousins. Emily took friendship seriously with a quality-over-quantity approach. If she called you a friend, you knew she shared your convictions and values. At 25 years old she met Jason Gray with whom she shared a sweet and abiding love.
Emily faced brain cancer the same as she faced life, with quiet determination. She deflected attention away from herself and her illness, choosing to focus on the things that were meaningful to her. Between rounds of chemo, Emily would cook meals for Uplift, volunteer at the library and support causes she believed in. She spent time with loved ones and cooked for her family. She was brave and strong, loved her life even through her illness, and fought until the bitter end.
"How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard." – Winnie the Pooh
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