Maris Koopman

I am poured out like water.

My bones are scattered.

And my heart, like wax, is melted.

Psalm 22

Maris loved Arizona and skull art work.

She loved traveling and dying her hair unlikely shades of red.

She collected lanyards, old fashioned keys and wore lots of rings on her fingers and sometimes, her nose.

Maris loved the friends she made in high school and being in the drama club.

She is forever lovely and precious to us, her parents.