September 12th, 2005

Remembering one of our own

Pat "PJ" Mosier, a regular on the ePlaya and the aviators list, lost his two-year battle with multiple myeloma last week. His obituary, as it ran in the Longmont (CO) Daily Times-Call, follows:
Pat MOSIER died Sept. 8, 2005, at home, from complications of a bone marrow transplant following several years of cancer treatment. He was 46.

Mr. Mosier was born Sept. 24, 1958, to Harry and Geraldine (Reis) Mosier in Little Falls, Minn.

Mr. Mosier came to Boulder 20 years ago and moved to Longmont in 1996. He helped found and co-owned Airborne Gymnastics & Dance of Longmont, where his wife Pam continues as owner and program director.

Mr. Mosier grew up on a farm in rural Minnesota and had a variety of careers on many different continents, including Antarctica. He enjoyed being with his family and friends, fixing obsolete machinery of all sorts, traveling great distances in a small personal aircraft that he restored with his friends, reading, any participatory outdoor activities, camping, hunting and art.

He is survived by his wife of Longmont; two daughters, Ariel and Annabelle Mosier of Longmont; his parents of Royalton, Minn; one brother, Daniel Mosier of Tucson, Ariz.; and one sister, Barbara Zimny of Esko, Minn.

A memorial gathering will be held at 3 p.m. Saturday, Sept. 24, 2005, at Airborne Gymnastics & Dance, 1816 Boston Ave. Donations of platelets can be made in Mr. Mosier’s memory at Presbyterian/St. Lukes Medical Center in Denver. In lieu of flowers, memorial contributions can be made to the Pat Mosier Memorial Fund in care of Ahlberg Funeral Chapel, 326 Terry St., Longmont 80501. Visit to send condolences.
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Walt Whitman- I Sing the Body Electric

I came across this in my readings earlier in the summer- I love how it parallels the small miracles one can experience, meet, and create on the playa...


I have perceived that to be with those I like is enough,
To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough,
To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing,
   laughing flesh is enough,
To pass among them or touch any one, or rest my arm ever
   so lightly round his or her neck for a moment, what is this
I do not ask any more delight, I swim in it as in a sea.

There is something in staying close to men and women and
   looking on them, and in the contact and odor of them, that
   pleases the soul well,
All things please the soul, but these please the soul well.