
Loreen “Lori” Fitzwater
Sunset: March 26, 2018
Memorial Service
Saturday, April 14, 2018 at 2:00 p.m.
Chico Alliance Church, Bremerton, Washington
Musical Prelude:
Prayer & Scripture:
Comments, Reading (Luke Guidici):
Music & Memories:
Obituary Reading:
Reflections:
Eulogy, Meditation:
Closing Prayer:
Lori’s Message:
Hallelujah (L. Cohen) by Roy & Rosemary
Pastor David
The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost
Photos & Lori’s song choices for today
“When I Get Where I’m Going,” by Brad Paisley
“It Is Well with My Soul,” by S. Bacher/Hillsong
“The Other Side,” by Colton Dixon
Pastor David
Family & Friends
Dean Neel – Why Wasn’t Lori Terrified?
Pastor David
You’re Gonna Be OK, by Brian & Jen Johnson
Selected Scriptures
John 3:16 – For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, so that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:3 – Jesus declared “I tell you the truth, no one can see the kingdom of God unless he is born again.
Romans 8:38 & 39 – For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Psalms 23: 4 & 6 – Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me. Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
Romans 10:9 – If you confess with your mouth “Jesus is Lord” and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you will be saved.
Loreen (Lori) K. Fitzwater
In 1972 GFU sent Lori to Barcelona, Spain, where she worked with Child Evangelism Fellowship for three months. She earned a full term’s credits for her time in Spain.
Lori was preceded in death by her father and is survived by her mother Gay, sisters Shirlene Fitzwater and Gwen Guidici, brother-in-law Larry Guidici, daughter Tessa Fitzwater, fiancé Chasen Nikolich, granddaughter Brielle and Aurora.
Lori was laid to rest in at Miller-Woodlawn Cemetary.
Her favorite charities were Jeff Gordon Children’s Foundation (for childhood cancer victims) and Veterans of Foreign Wars
It’s September
It’s September
And I’m being called again.
Not by a voice that can be heard,
But one felt by the heart
And radiated into the soul.
The caller lives in hazy morning mists
and moves at night to ring the moon.
Gentle, yet powerfully persuasive,
haunting, yet peaceful,
he beckons me.
And I would willingly go but for responsibilities whose voices whisper
“Tend us now. Next year, go freely.”
I long to know what I would find
should I follow.
But meanwhile, I will have to be content
to spend autumn days with those who
know his touch…
the leaves underfoot, the silent woods,
until the baggage of my heart and
life is neatly packed
and ready for the one-way journey.
By Lori Fitzwater
People would often ask me “Who is the caller?” The answer is death. I wrote this many years ago. I find it ironic that my terminal cancer was found and diagnosed in September 2017. I guess death really did come calling in September….
Spared
God stands down at the end of a long dark tunnel,
A thin-lipped smile drawn tightly across His face.
To get to Him I’d have to crawl
On hands and knees through fetid slime
and unseen things that move.
He has been expecting me; waiting for me.
All of me is paralyzed save for my heart,
Which beats so loudly it echoes down the concrete corridor
Like a brown basketball being dribbled down the court.
I know why I am here
Dressed in sackcloth and ashes.
I can perform no penance, offer no sacrificial lamb,
Nor escape damnation by marking my doorposts with blood.
Our eyes are locked. I dare not speak.
But my mind screams out “Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?”
It is a hopeless plea. It did not spare the One who asked it of Him two thousand years ago,
The One who deserved to be spared.
Then the voice of God answers me softly, tenderly.
“No, it did not spare Him, & because of that it spared you.”
The tunnel is gone.
I step into the light and into His eternal embrace.
By Lori Fitzwater