Parri Schutz

Who was Parri? Born January 9th, 1970, as a head strong Capricorn with a penchant for exercise, cycling, and all-around physical torture. She had a six pack at fifty-six and legs that ZZ Top might have written a song about. She gave out love like a bunkered machine gun and had a flower garden that rivaled Babylon. In Hemingway-Esque fashion she awoke before dawn, could fall asleep mid-sentence, awake at a cat’s approach, and out smoke Bob Marley if the Rastafarians dared challenge.

Who was Parri? She was a Persian, Lithuanian love child that could rival the greatest storms on earth but chose to mist in the ease of the calm. She was a great rescuer of the feral, the weak, going so far as to raise out of bed, naked as birth, rush outside, and confront the foes that might harm her litter of wild kittens. If Hell was a racoon or a coyote, then they know now the wrath of the mothered.

Who was Parri? The Blue Jays would call out her presence when she approached. Tree frogs would hide in her outside summer plants so they might serenade her when they were brought in for winter. Praying Mantis’s stopped praying when she was around.

The summer sun never burned her skin but only lacquered her golden. She ate her steaks from the bone and preferred them cooked as rare as a Faberge. She had the confidence of a war time general regardless of, if she was right or wrong. She could outcook, out season, and gave measurement to the word dash. She once posed naked among cacti just to see who would wilt first. Her aversion to clothing was legendary.

Who was Parri? She was a loving mother to her twin boys Conner and Reece. She was a friend to many. She took in a litter of stepchildren and made them her own. She’s the one that could soothe the wild, give voice to the quiet, the reserved, and offer vision to the most artistic. She was a wife, a lover, a friend, a confidant up for any adventure. She made a house a home. She leaves in her dust, echoes of laughter and smothers of love.

Long live those unencumbered with doubt, those that know instinctively, what is right and what is wrong, and those that can give comfort to those in need, and at the most needful time. She colored the world with flowers and kindness.

Long live the Parri’s of this world.

May she rest peacefully knowing her life was well lived and the influence she passes down, amongst those that loved her the most, will be multiplied a thousand times over.

Rest peacefully my love, venture forth always.

(A celebration of life will be held in the spring when Parri’s flower garden blooms once again.)

Arrangements handled by Bell Mortuary & Crematory, Shangrila Chapel, 1444 W US HWY 52, Fountaintown, IN 46130.

Online condolences at www.bellmortuary.com