Emma F. Kinne, 56, passed away in her home on Friday, April 23, 2021.
Born October 6, 1964 in Pennsylvania, Emma was the daughter of Francis Minnie (Diamonte) Workman and Arthur Shumar.
Emma married John Kinne. Even though they would get divorced, they remained very close friends and he always took care of her.
She loved playing the guitar, singing, going horseback riding and sailing.
Emma lived a life of pain, but the family finds comfort in knowing that she is free now and healthy.
She is survived by her ex-husband, John, and stepson, Brandon; her father, Arthur Shumar; sisters, Sheila Heiman and Dawn Friedlung; brothers, Dennis Shumar, Artie Shumar, Jim Spiller and Larry Spiller; and uncles and aunts: Rod Bliss, Rodney Bliss, Sherry Bliss, Sandy Lembke, Vicky Bliss and Margaret Bliss; nephews: Gary Conley, Christopher Conley and Dustin Heiman
Emma was preceded in death by her mother, Francis, and beloved aunt, Charlotte Bliss.
A Celebration of Life will be held at a later date.
Karri Bottorff Harris says
I’m so sorry to hear of Emma passing. When I was growing up she was like my sister I’m sending all my love. Karri Bottorff Harris
Glenn Lyvers says
Many good times in my youth were spent with Emma… She was always funny and animated with a fierce loyalty to those she loved and quick with a supportive word of encouragement. Emma loved dolphins and sunsets, and in the quiet hours, she would speak softly about the love she had for John.
She enjoyed music, and when her jam came over the radio, you could see it in her face, a bright beaming light that filled everyone with the same joy she felt in those moments.
The world unfolds in ways it shouldn’t, proven by the fact that Emma isn’t with us now. We won’t see that smirk again, the one that starts just before she unloads the punchline of a joke, nor the smallness of her hands wrapped around a coffee cup. But she is with us still, in all the little memories that come to mind when we are at our happiest, or craziest, or just stopping to be truly thankful for those we love.
Emma’s pain in gone, and we don’t mourn for her as much as we mourn for her absence, or for those who never met her, or had the chance to know such a bright light — a light that shone brightly through pain she endured nearly all of her life. There’s a lesson in there, somewhere, about how to live with grace in the face of difficulty. But I never wanted to go that deep in this letter. It’s enough to leave this here, for a passerby, to stop and read and remember my friend.
May God shine his perpetual light upon her, forever and ever… Amen.