Kris Ann Knoke

Kris Ann Knoke, born in Seoul, South Korea on June 29, 1970, to Chae and George Tarr, peacefully passed away on Tuesday, March 26, 2024, surrounded by her loving family. She is survived by her devoted husband, Robert R. Knoke, her cherished children—Leighton, Gabriel, Gryphyn, Brian, and Celine, her beloved sister Suzi, her adored niece Kacey, and her caring in-laws—Bruce and Darlene Knoke.

Kris will be remembered fondly for her deep love for her family and philanthropy. She always sought to improve the lives of those around her. Kris dedicated herself tirelessly to charitable causes and events. Her kindness, generosity, and unwavering commitment to others will forever be treasured by all who knew her.

In lieu of flowers, the family requests that donations be made to Planned Parenthood or Equality Now, in honor of Kris’s lifelong dedication to serving others and advocating for women’s rights.

A private celebration of Kris’s life will be held on Saturday, April 13th, where friends and family will gather to honor her memory and share stories of her remarkable life.

May her beautiful spirit continue to remind us to give selflessly and inspire us to strive for humanity and compassion, always. Kris will be deeply missed but never forgotten.

Sonnet 19: Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws

BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,

And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;

Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,

And burn the long-liv'd Phoenix in her blood;

Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets,

And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,

To the wide world and all her fading sweets;

But I forbid thee one more heinous crime:

O, carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,

Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen!

Him in thy course untainted do allow

For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.

Yet do thy worst, old Time! Despite thy wrong

My love shall in my verse ever live young.

She Walks in Beauty

BY LORD BYRON

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o’er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!