MARYLYN SMITH GOOD

Marylyn Smith Good, 70, died peacefully December 1, 2004, surrounded by family and love. Born June 18, 1934, in Brush, Colorado, to Viggo and Evangeline Smith, Mary treasured ranch life and riding horses as a child. She is survived by 3 siblings, Cynthia Phillips, Diana Carney, and Philip Smith. In high school Mary earned first chair violin in the orchestra where she enjoyed performing with her sister Cynthia. Throughout her life she had a passion for music and singing. Mary attended Colorado College in Colorado Springs, CO in the 1950's, where she studied education. She is the beloved mother of John (Judy) Good, Jean (Reed) Brickell, and Mary Anne Good. Mary was the devoted grandmother of 7 and great grandmother of 3. She imparted a true spirit of joyfulness and appreciation to her family and all those who knew her. Her children and grandchildren will continue to be inspired by Mary's deep-seated faith in the Lord Jesus Christ. Mary was a long time employee of John Elway Nissan, where her positive attitude and strong work ethic earned her Employee of the Year in 2003. Her loyalty and kind spirit will be missed by all those she worked with. Visitation will be held Sunday December 5, from 11:00 a.m . to 12:45 p.m., followed immediately by services at 1:00 p.m. A reception will also be held after the conclusion of the service. Horan & McConaty Family Chapel, 3201 S. Parker Rd (at Dartmouth). In lieu of flowers memorial contributions are suggested to Hospice of Metro Denver, Attn. Care Center of Aurora, 3399 S. Eagle, Aurora, CO 80014. ***************************** If '"" Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on"; If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son.