BOMBER MEMORIAL

MARLENE RAYE ALLEN LeCOUNT ~ Class of 1956
April 27, 1938 - July 6, 2015

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Marlene passed away on July 6, 2015, in Mesa, Arizona, after battling lung cancer. She was born on April 27, 1938, in Latah, Washington.

She attended elementary and junior high schools in Kalispell, MT before moving to Richland in 1953. She ran for Miss Richland in 1955 and graduated from Richland's Columbia High School in 1956.



Marlene was a skilled executive secretary, beginning in the days of shorthand, and could type over 100 words per minute. She was a stay-at-home mother from 1963 to 1976, returning to the work force when her children were older.

Her email to her sister was before she started chemo: "Don't worry about me. I will get through this, too." She passed away 2 weeks after starting chemo and radiation. We will never forget Marlene, her love for us, or her determined spirit.

Marlene was an exceptionally kind and generous mother, grandmother, sister, and friend, with grace, elegance, and humor. She will be greatly missed.

She is preceded in death by her mother, Edith Anderson Davis, and her father, Harry Walter Allen,

She is survived by her sister, Bonnie Allen ('59); her former husband, David Allen LeCount; her children, Jana LeCount Lowe and David James LeCount; granddaughter, Allison Raye Lowe; nieces Lisa Lair-Kupsh, Robin LeCount Betz, Kary Lamb Lee, and Genevieve Sciamanda Groce, and nephews Bob LeCount, Don LeCount, David Lamb, Michael Lamb, and Jim Lamb.

Family and friends will be gathering at a private celebration of her life, September 19, 2015, 4:30 pm at Columbia Point Marina Park, Picnic Shelter #1, 660 Columbia Point Drive, Richland. Please RSVP to Marlene's daughter, Jana: JanaLeCountLowe@gmail.com.

In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to: www.cancer.org.

This was sent by Marlene's son, David:

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,
spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts
for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck
of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

Then, someone at my side says, "There, she is gone"

Gone where?

Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,
hull and spar as she was when she left my side.
And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me -- not in her.
And, just at the moment when someone says, "There, she is gone,"
there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"

And that is dying...

Death comes in its own time, in its own way.
Death is as unique as the individual experiencing it.

-Henry Van Dyke