Margaret Meg Faddick

Margaret ""Meg"" Faddick, 43, of Wheat Ridge. Daughter of Mary L. (John Hignett) Faddick. Sister of Colleen (Jean Mayes) Faddick, Elizabeth (Alan) Holcomb, Robert (Beth) & Christopher (Nikki). Preceded in death by Father Robert R. & brother Brendan. Aunt of 8. Family services planned. Memorials to Max Fund Animal Shelter, 1025 North Galapago Street, Denver, CO 80204. As a very small child, it was easy to see Meg's talent. She was the star at two in the Orff class in Bozeman, Montana. She could pick out the melody on the xylophone, sing it on key and accompany herself. She was an early reader and devoured books. With siblings arriving, she protected her space and that fierce independence that was her signature. It propelled her into the most amazing and remarkable adventures. It soon became clear that she loved sports. Meg played soccer with gusto, basketball with ease, ice hockey with a passion. Many of us in the last few years were able to see Meg play on two ice hockey teams in Denver and marveled that her spirit could carry her through the pain she felt every time she moved. Her father and her brothers loved ice-hockey, and she embraced it with gusto. So many people who knew Meg called her the Renaissance woman. She graduated from high school at 16, a few months later began her music career at Boston Conservatory with a major in voice. I will always remember the first time her Dad and I heard her sing, She was in the 7th grade. It was the Christmas Concert and Meg was in the choir. The choir began to sing O Holy Night, Meg stepped in front, and this soaring voice filled the auditorium. Every high note sent shivers through me. We knew she played the piano beautifully and was just starting the French Horn, but singing like that, we had no idea. Driving back home we felt the guilt of parents who didn't know she had such a gift. It was one of those parent moments when your awe and your guilt collide. When her Grandfather died she sang Ave Maria with that same rich, soaring voice, filling that small New Hampshire church. All through college, Meg worked at the Perkins School for the Blind, guiding, supporting, helping all those young people and bonding with so many of them. Her Dad was an engineer, but at heart he was a musician. He encouraged Meg to get a Master's Degree in Conducting. And that she did at the Cleveland Institute of Music. All during these years, she never stopped playing sports. During summers at the Aspen Music Festival, where she conducted, she played soccer. She played basketball on pick-up teams and began to sustain injuries to her knees, shoulders, jaw. After obtaining her degree in conducting in the late 80""s, she encountered the fact that very few orchestras hired women as their conductors. She found a job with a small orchestra in Tucson. I will never forget being in a front row seat for the biggest concert of the season. Her piano teacher from Denver was the soloist in Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto No. 2. She was gorgeous, she was glowing, she was exceptional. I ached that her father had not lived to see his amazing daughter. Her conducting opportunities were severely limited because she didn't have a current orchestra. She went to school and became a paramedic. She aced everything and thought about medical school, but would have had to go back to undergraduate school and pursue a science degree. While on a call with the Tucson Ambulance service she carried a patient who had been thrown from a car and broke her back. Surgery, fusion, and months and months of recovery led her through the generosity and kindness of an uncle to a healing facility in Massachusetts. Meg ended up working and living there. Her journey to the world of Technology begins here, Ever optimistic about her skills and her potential at anything, she gets in on the ground floor with Apple computers. Her very quick, intuitive mind figures out all the intricacies of the computer world. Self-taught and filled with confidence and optimism, she is hired by a graphics firm in Boston that is working with cutting edge technology. Meg fits right in. I toured their offices and was struck by the intelligent toys and games, the graphics everywhere, the inventive ways of putting groups together. Soon Meg was traveling all over the country presenting tech solutions and organization patterns to many small companies. She loved it. Then the dot.com boom collapsed and the company closed. She started to trust her body again and started playing hockey. She was good and many teams wanted her. She also found a job as a Technology Director at the Bancroft School in Worcester, Mass. She set up computer system and server for the school. In the summers she came home for a visit and would help whoever was working in technology at Foothills Academy. After a few summers of doing this and being on-call throughout the year to do projects for the school, a number of people asked her if she would like to work for Foothills. She said yes, moved back to Colorado. What she has done for Foothills has been remarkable. The hours and hours she spent pulling wires to connect the internet, getting a new server for the school and setting it up, creating a website, networks for parents, students and faculty, teaching classes, doing design work for projects. Meg did everything possible to make the use of technology real and relevant to every aspect of the school. A keen, intuitive, highly intelligent mind, artistic, creative, and gifted - these are all the characteristics that the outside world saw. Fierce loyalty, intense courage, unreal determination and motivation to do the best job possible, these are all the things her family treasured. Independent in all things, Meg's spirit infuses all who loved her with a determination to be the best we can be in all things. She was a force, an energy field that glowed with skill and determination. Please share memories of Meg and condolences with her family by selecting the ""Sign Guestbook"" tab below.