Cindy Marie Macomber

Writing an obituary is never an easy task. When the subject is your mother, the task seems impossible. While I sit here hyper-aware of each character, line, and the impending print deadline, I must admit; I am my mother's daughter.

I have waited until the last minute to write this. As she often did, I procrastinated. While in labor with her second daughter, Cindy Macomber born in Edmonds, Washington on March 20, 1961, once stopped a yard sale prior to heading to the hospital to give birth. My mom loved a good deal, and yard sales. I am my mother's daughter.

My mom was also a creature of habit, keeping routines she loved. She could often be found walking the beach, combing for seashells, and chatting with everyone she met; including dogs. Cindy loved dogs¦ and she loved cats¦ and birds¦and well, squirrels too. She was an animal lover. Occasionally, she would cook special meals for her dog and when caught, she would pretend it was for my sisters and me. I am my mother's daughter.

Jokes and laughter were her second language, Cindy was fluent in puns and sarcasm. While she loved a good practical joke and enjoyed the type of infectious laughter that makes you cry. My mom could rarely tell a joke with a straight face. In fact, she was known for her failed attempts at telling jokes only to laugh so hard she couldn't deliver the punch line. We all know those people. Hi, I am my mother's daughter.

My mom loved her family, friends, and community. She loved life and lived every second of it, never saying No, that could be dangerous or No, you might hurt yourself. Nope, my mom was the mom that said, Wow, wasn't that exciting? and Here, let me show you how to do it. Cindy Macomber loved adventure, camping and exploring the world around her. She inspired my sisters, brothers and I to keep our fantastic world of make believe alive long into adulthood. It's now a place our children visit. Often, when the moment strikes to say No, that could be dangerous we pause, and say¦ Wow, you're so brave¦.like your Grandma 'House'. We are our mother's children.

Now, as I sit here with tears in my eyes and immense love in my heart, I realize I have gone on far too long. Cindy never was at ease in the spotlight and preferred to be of service. She donated much of her time with her church and its members, sometimes driving four hours to make sure those who weren't in the local vicinity received what they needed.

This piece of literature would not make her comfortable, she would not be happy with all this attention and knowing how much this is going to cost to print. After all, she loved a good deal. So, in closing I'll wrap this up by saying it's hard to love a free spirit, they're challenging at times, they push the limits and can't sit still. They love life and breathe in every moment of it, exhaling only the bad parts. Our mom was a free spirit and now, her spirit is free.

We love you Mom,

Angie, Christy, Stephenie, Cody, Sue, and Shane

Cindy Macomber Born March 20, 1961 Edmonds Washington, surrounded by her family, was welcomed home by her Lord and Savior Jesus Christ on April 18, 2015. Survived by her husband of seventeen years Clayton Macomber of Snohomish, Washington, her children, Angie, Christy, Stephenie, Cody, Sue, Shane and siblings, Mike, Pat, Rick, Randy, Conni and Jeff, mother Dian and grandmother Fern. Her grandchildren, Jerimiah, Hannah, Ashley, Alyse, and Mishayla. As well as her best friends Judy, Mary Ann, Sydney and Madison.