November 14, 1981 - October 28, 2009

We miss you Lexi Rose

Alexis Rose Walker was born Nov 14, 1981 to our mother, Janine Tafari and Father, Thomas Walker. She illuminated the world with her amazing green eyes and her angelic voice. Alexis attended St. Alphonsus with all her siblings, Grayson, Caitlin, and Mackenzie Walker and spent her high school years at Blanchet in Seattle. Alexis entered the medical field at Stevens Hosital where she worked in the laboratory and the intensive/progressive care unit.

Alexis was passionate about being outdoors with her dog, Dakota and very enthusiastic about writing. She was a gentle soul and will be missed by many people who knew and loved her.

She is survived by her Grandparents, Neil and Gladys Walker; mother and father, Janine and Tommy; her brother and sisters, Grayson, Caitlin, and Mackenzie; her nephew, Jaudon Miller and Neice, Nidori Walker.

Please add your memories of Alexis in her Guestbook. You can also light an on-line candle in Alexis' memory.

FUNERAL INFORMATION

A candlelight vigil in memory of Alexis Walker will be held at the Lighthouse Park in Mukilteo on Monday November 9th at 7pm.

DONATIONS

Donations in Alexis' name can be made at Bank of America Account # 43847136

Memorial

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday

Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

All is Well

Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I, you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way you always used to. Put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Let my name be ever the household word it always was, let it be spoken without effort, without the trace of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well.

Henry Scott Holland

Then you shall truly dance

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides,
that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth claims your limbs, then shall you truly dance.