Her Vivid Life

A Video Montage of Hannah Set to Three of her Favorite Songs



In Her Mother's Words...

by Shanda Boone Geneser

I wanted to include a biography illustrating Hannah's vivid life, but I have to say, it is extremely difficult to write... >> MORE

In Her Father's Words...

by Jamie Geneser

To say Hannah lived a "vivid" life would be an understatement. "Impactful" is what comes to mind for me. >> MORE

Hannah's GiftHannah's Gift

Shanda Boone-Geneser writes about the loss of her daughter, Hannah and about how the love and memories of Hannah have touched an entire community. The article appeared on July 5, 2011, in The Des Moines Register, Iowa's largest newspaper.

The illustration of Hannah and her dad (to the right) was created by artist Mark Marturello, a friend of the family. It is titled, "My Dance with Cinderella."

Hannah's Obituary and Guest Pages

Hannah's obituary appeared in The Des Moines Register on March 22 & 23, 2011.









A Parable of Immortality

By Henry Van Dyke

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze
and starts for the blue ocean.

She is an object of beauty and strength, and I stand and watch until at last she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says,
" There she goes! "

Gone where?
Gone from my sight . . . that is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her.

And just at the moment
when someone at my side says,
" There she goes! " there are other eyes watching her coming...
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout . . . " Here she comes! "


Our loved ones leave behind spaces in the world that can never be filled.

But they also leave behind love and light in each of us, sparks of joy and hope that live in our hearts and give strength to our souls. ~ Unknown

A Symbol of Hope

A butterfly lights beside us
like a sunbeam

And for a brief moment
its glory and beauty belong to our world.

But then it flies on again

And though we wish it could have stayed...

We felt so lucky to have seen it.


Eskimo Proverb

Perhaps they are not the stars, but rather openings in Heaven where the love of our lost ones pour through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.


From the Little Prince

In one of the stars I shall be living

In one of them I shall be laughing

And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing when you look at the sky at night.