Cheyenne Helen Marie Sekura

It is with heavy hearts that we announce the tragic passing of Cheyenne Helen Marie Sekura on February 22, 2018 at age 26. Cheyenne will be lovingly remembered by Mom Cindy (Norm), Dad Travis (Shawn), oldest sister/second mom Cassie (Jamie), twin Sierra and special nephew Mason, half-brother Derry, step-sisters; Kristy, Nicole and Jassy. As well as her large extended family including grandparents, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, cousins, and friends too numerous to name. Cheyenne was born in Edmonton, Alberta on December 18, 1991 where she lived until age 10, at which time she moved to White Rock and resided until her passing. She was a vivacious, compassionate and creative woman who was fiercely independent. She could walk into a room and her exuberant and loud personality meant her presence was always known. Cheyenne was a beautiful woman who always made a lasting impression on everyone she met, due to her loving nature. She was determined to live life on her own terms. Unfortunately, Cheyenne’s life was taken far too soon, as she still had so much to offer this world. She will be greatly missed by many, but will forever remain in our hearts. The Visitation will take place on Sunday, March 11, 2018 from 9:30am to 10:30am at Victory Memorial Park Funeral Centre, 14831 28th Avenue, Surrey, BC. Cheyenne’s Celebration of Life will follow at 11:00am. In lieu of flowers, please make a donation in memorial of Cheyenne to the John Volken Academy. (6911 King George Blvd., Surrey, BC V3W 5A1 www.volken.org ) “Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way in which you always used. Put no difference in your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well. “ By Henry Scott-Holland