Kimberly Furry took flight from Modesto California in the autumn of 1971, wings feathered in kindness and beauty. At an early age she moved with her family to Lancaster Pennsylvania, which she continued to call home for most of her life. She honed her innate artistic abilities at the University of Delaware, where she hosted epic but civilized parties (and earned a BS in Visual Communications to boot). She had an exquisite ability to compose images and transform the mundane into the sublime. This ability transcended photography: it permeated all aspects of her life. Her work was to advocate for others and champion righteous causes. She found the good in everyone and sang it from the rooftops. She built teams, both personally and professionally.

Over the years her flock grew to include an all-star cast of family, friends, and critters, all drawn to the deep warmth of her tender heart. She served humor dry and with a twist. She preferred laughter to tears, but would often indulge in both simultaneously.

The arc of her life was strong and true, generous, and warm. She found magic in a snowflake and marveled at the moon. Her legacy is kindness and beauty. She will be dearly missed and with us always. Kimberly Furry took flight again, from Lititz Pennsylvania on July 14, 2021.

She is survived by her husband Dan Wiegand; her mother Christine Furry; her brother Justin Furry, his wife Libby, and their children Anya and Asher; parents-in-law Gerard and Rosemary Wiegand; sister-in-law Teresa Ashba and her husband Scott; sister-in-law Molly Miller, her husband Artie, and their children Hanna Miller and Katie Ritchey; brother-in-law Timothy Wiegand; sister-in-law Kathleen Derusha, her husband David, and their children Madeline and Abigale; sister-in-law Erin Murr, her husband Paul, and their children Paul and Sam; her Aunt Jean and Uncle Bill Dickinson; numerous dear-to-her heart cousins; and countless friends.

The small man Builds cages for everyone He Knows. While the sage, Who has to duck his head When the moon is low, Keeps dropping keys all night long For the Beautiful Rowdy Prisoners.

~Hafiz

Kim, Thank you for dropping keys. Don't forget to duck.

Aunt (rhymes with Jaunt) Kimmie

You were lost You are found This was all a long ride on a merry-go-round We kept going around in circles And we got dizzier and dizzier But when the ride ended We didn't realize it would end like this We thought we would get off without a worry and that it wouldn't end in such a hurry

And the horses are our hearts Our oh so heavy hearts As their weight forces their hooves to the ground like shattered glass So you were lost But you are found And we know you're dancing up in the clouds

~Anya Furry, age 12