Loralee (Lori) Shetler Crow (October 17, 1958 – February 28, 2019)

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Loralee (Lori) Shetler Crow (October 17, 1958 - February 28, 2019)

Loralee (Lori) Shetler Crow passed on February 28, 2019, following a long battle with cancer.

Loralee Sue Shetler was born at Malmstrom Air Force Base to Lee and Patricia Shetler on October 17, 1958. She grew up in Fairfield, Montana with her sisters Lynne and Jill. Upon graduation from Fairfield High in 1977, Loralee attended Rocky Mountain College where she met and married Vince Crow.

They moved to Wyoming and had two daughters, Alycia (Holt) and Brittney (Shirley). They later divorced, and Lori moved to Washington. Lori found her true calling as administrator of an assisted living facility, and thrived in this role for over 14 years.

Lori is survived by her daughters, Alycia (Zack) Holt and grandson Grayson of Port Orchard Washington, and Brittney (Jeff) Shirley and granddaughter Greer of Helena, Montana, her mother, Pat Shetler, sisters Lynne (Larry) Monson, and Jill (Chris) Landon, aunt Linda Cunningham, and many nieces and nephews. She was preceded in death by her father, Lee Shetler, uncle Hoddy Cunningham, and grandmother Ruth Kloppel.

Lori, or Loralee (depending on when you met her), was many things. She was a mother, grandmother, daughter, sister, friend and above all, a positive, shining ray of light. She loved her girls and her grand babies fiercely. Lori believed in people and would do everything that she could to help them see the power within themselves. She loved deep conversation and also relished her quiet time to be by herself. She loved good wine, good music, and good people.

Above all, she loved to laugh and could find humor in just about any situation; even ones that made her daughters cringe. Lori worked hard to find joy in situations and believed strongly that your attitude shaped your world. She believed that we are all connected, and that the “Universe is abundant”.

Lori was adamant about not having a funeral. With that knowledge, we ask that you honor her by continuing to do things that she loved, things that made her who she was. As you do, take the time to smile, cry, and remember. Please don’t stop talking about her. She would hate that. We all know she loved the spotlight.

Plant lilacs. Paint a wall. Rearrange your furniture. Drink a great glass of wine. Buy the case. Smile at a stranger. Talk to a stranger in the grocery store line. Tell people you love them. Tell people you are proud of them. Put 6 limes in your gin and tonic. Buy too many baskets (or that thing you love). Indulge. LAUGH. Devour a great book (but read the end first). Decorate. Pull the room together. Work to be happy in your own company. Enjoy the sunshine. Forgive. Look at the leaves of trees. Tell people you believe in them. Take the risk. Have faith. Take a ferry ride. Love your family and spend time with them. Overshare. BE KIND.

To the gypsy
That remains
Her face says freedom
With a little fear
I have no fear
I have only love
And if I was a child
And the child was enough
Enough for me to love
Enough to love
—Fleetwood Mac