Christine Danelle Boone

August 28, 1963 - September 11, 2021

To the gypsy that remains: Christine Danelle Boone, born August 28th, 1963 in Carson City, NV, and a resident of Bremerton, WA for the last 20 years, danced away from us on September 11, 2021.

Her memory is all that is left for you now. Guiding her out of this realm, her father, Daniel Boone guided her up the stairway to heaven. She will be greeted by a menagerie of animals, whom she absolutely adored, and her favorite Uncle, Johnny Weisser, her grandparents, Clara and Martin Weisser, and Marie and Leon Boone; all of whom she always held a special place in her heart for.

Her mother, Ellen Boone, whom she was a beautiful child of, was at her side as she passed away, as were her children and younger sister. “Mom, I’m not a child anymore I’m tall enough to reach for the stars, I’m old enough to love you from afar.” She will remain in the memories of her sister, Teresa Vermillion. “Look to the sky and know that I am in heaven dreaming about who we used to be when we were younger and free, there’s such a difference between us and a million miles.”

She will continue to be loved through her children Jessica Allison, Lukas Butterfield, Derek Butterfield and Stevie Butterfield. “We know there is no one in the universe more magical and wondrous as you. As we lie in bed with the radio on, moonlight falls like rain. When will we see you again? Nights are forever without you.” My Loves, “I’ll forever be what you want me to be, I’m gonna be with you everywhere. You will only be the ones that I belong to. Remember I love you and it’ll be alright.”

Her Grandchildren, William Ciluaga, Willow Gatchell, Amelia Butterfield, Clara Allison, Whyatt Woltring and Stella Allison. My sweets, “As I watch, you’ll start to grow up; all I can do is hold you tight. Rains may pour down; waves will crash all around, but you will be safe in my arms and I will always, always love you.”

A lover of music; she would often take her kids on long drives on the backroads. We’d all get so lost in the music with her. To this day that connection to music lives on with her children. She’d talk about memories and we’d share a laugh or two along the way. She was in love with very earthy things. Being the granddaughter of a Virginia City miner, it was no surprise her house was filled with rocks in all shapes, sizes, and colors.

She loved thrift stores and finding the perfect little knick knack to bring home. She made organizing and rearranging an extreme sport. We’d often come home to find the house was repositioned for the 4th time this week and now unfortunately, we’ll never have to worry about where something is. As we bring this to a close, we can still hear you say to
us, just like every time we’d leave you or hang up with you on the phone, “love you, be safe.”

Mom, grandma, we love you to the moon and back!