Gail Kapple

Mom was never a woman defined by illness. She was defined by strength, by faith, by plainspoken honesty, and by a love so steady and practical that you could feel it in the way she opened her home, the way she fed you, the way she listened, and the way she worked. She was a "tough girl," as she liked to say—the kind of woman who knew the feed barn mattered more than the beauty salon, and who believed, "Anyone can love the mountains, but it takes a real soul to love the plains."

Mom was born in Santa Monica, California, but life carried her to Denver just months after marrying Dad. Together they built 55 years in the same home—a home with chickens for more than 40 of those years, where friends, neighbors, strangers, and family were always welcomed with open arms, and where all the children remained close by. Mom and Dad built a life that was hardworking, deeply unified, and firmly rooted in their worship of Jehovah God. Their faith wasn't simply something they believed; it was the foundation of their marriage, their family, and their hope.

Mom was a capable wife, a gifted homemaker, a careful bookkeeper, and a mother who supported her children with patience, wisdom, humor, and grit. She quietly looked after those who were often overlooked and gave generously of herself in thoughtful, discreet ways. She loved gardening, tending her chickens, mowing the lawn, caring for the land around her, and all things related to horses—something she grew up with. She especially admired the buffalo. To her, they represented strength, endurance, dignity, and quiet character. With her familiar grin she would say, "I like big boys," and everyone knew exactly what she meant.

Together, Mom and Dad raised five children—Robb, Jennie, Ryan, Lauren, and Mike—and created a family that remained close through every season of life. Difficult experiences only strengthened those bonds, and Mom treasured that closeness every day. She loved each of her children deeply and without favoritism. This came to include sons and daughters in law: Tiffany, Pete, Malia, Michael, and Kesslyn. As well as grand children: Kiara, Nick, and Galen.

When Dad passed away on September 30, 2024, Mom felt the loss profoundly. In her own simple words, "The primary family member is missing." They had shared a lifetime together, along with plans for the years ahead. Even so, her faith never wavered. She continued looking forward to the beautiful future Jehovah promises. She wanted to share what she had learned from the Bible, volunteer in the ministry, and continue living each day with purpose.

When her illness came, Mom faced it with the same courage and clarity that had marked her entire life. She listened carefully, asked thoughtful questions, and chose what mattered most: comfort, dignity, peace, and meaningful time with her family. Rather than pursuing treatments that offered little real hope, she chose to fill her remaining days with love, conversation, sunshine, pancakes, ice cream, laughter, and the constant presence of her children. She felt surrounded, supported, and deeply loved—and so did we.

Even near the end, her sense of humor never left her. She smiled and said, "This is a footrace, and I'm getting out of town." It was classic Mom—honest, brave, realistic, and somehow still able to make us laugh.

Today we remember a woman who lived with integrity, embraced a healthy and hardworking life, loved the plains, admired the buffalo, welcomed everyone to her table, and raised five children alongside the love of her life. We remember a woman who was generous, patient, insightful, resilient, and deeply faithful to Jehovah.

We also remember Dad, because Mom never spent a day without him in her heart. She looked forward with complete confidence to seeing him again in the Paradise Earth Jehovah promises—healthy, tall, handsome, with a shovel in one hand and a double-scooped ice cream cone in the other. That hope sustained her through her final months, and it sustains us now.

Mom and Dad built a legacy of faith, family, hospitality, and resilience. They taught us to work hard, to welcome others, to stay close, and to trust Jehovah with our future. We honor them both with grateful hearts. We miss them dearly. And we eagerly await the day when, by Jehovah's promise, we will be together again.

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