Obituary for Sean Thomas Podrats-Rauchert
Sean Podrats-Rauchert was born to Elizabeth Rauchert on July 6,1978,
In attendance that day were his Uncle Ron Rauchert, his Grandfather William Rauchert and his Nan Betty Rauchert.
His Brother Brock Podrats is Dearly missing him.
Sean had an Aunt Shirley Baker and Uncle Mal Baker, with many cousins he Loved.
Sean was lucky to have a great family in the Podrats family with Neal Podrats , Grandma Margo Podrats , and Uncle Ray and Aunt Gail, Uncle Wayne and Aunt Diane, with many cousins he loved dearly.
Sean had another family that meant a lot to him with Andrew Kyriakou being a teacher/listener and father figure who would remain greatly respected all Sean's life, His sister Daniela Kyriakou meant so much to him. as did Melanie Kyriakou.
Sean, you are free to be, authentic & expressive, with no human limitations to hold you back anymore.
Your world is now timeless and expansive, and we can only imagine how perfectly beautiful it must feel to be so free.
Those who remain behind are saddened by the loss of your creative, unique soul, but we find solace in knowing that you are vibing on another level, complete and fully whole.
It seems unimaginable that 43 years is all this world gets to experience of you, there should have been more time. But really, what is time? You always believed it was a false concept, just a measurement of movement, not what was real, nor true.
You cherished authentic moments and not constructs of a materialistic world. You yearned to feel one with nature, to sit beneath a star-ridden sky, or to inhale fresh mountain air, you wished to ground yourself, deeply rooted to the earth, or to walk amongst the giant trees, feeling impossibly small.
I remember the time you spent in BC, and you wrote your daughters letters about the things you saw, mostly in the forest, urging them to someday travel and experience the wonders of the BC forest for themselves. You were completely content to witness life through the lens of your Nikon and we are so grateful for the art you left behind.
I am sorry that this world is not made for Beings such as yourself. Beings who feel empathy for all of nature and who struggle to fit into a world that overwhelms. You have left an imprint on our souls and we will forever honour the essence of who you truly are.
Mourning your loss, you leave behind three daughters, Trinity Elise, Tristann Lynn, and Teigann Isobella, daughters who mirror your brilliance and depth, whose inner flames are a reflection of you, burning brightly within each.
In conclusion, I am leaving this Mary Oliver poem, as it is a profound reflection of the human condition and the importance of loving others. Life is fleeting, and every moment matters. The words of this poem acknowledge that painful reality, while also reminding us that love, despite its pain, is always worth it.
To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
To love what is mortal;
To hold it
against your bones knowing
your life depends on it;
And, when the time comes to let it
go, To let it go.
~ Mary Oliver ~
Many Families to thank including the Podrats Family, Kyriakou Family, and Picton family.
May Sean Rest In Peace ,, he is sending signs of Happiness with No More Pain ..
A celebration of life service will be held at a later date
In attendance that day were his Uncle Ron Rauchert, his Grandfather William Rauchert and his Nan Betty Rauchert.
His Brother Brock Podrats is Dearly missing him.
Sean had an Aunt Shirley Baker and Uncle Mal Baker, with many cousins he Loved.
Sean was lucky to have a great family in the Podrats family with Neal Podrats , Grandma Margo Podrats , and Uncle Ray and Aunt Gail, Uncle Wayne and Aunt Diane, with many cousins he loved dearly.
Sean had another family that meant a lot to him with Andrew Kyriakou being a teacher/listener and father figure who would remain greatly respected all Sean's life, His sister Daniela Kyriakou meant so much to him. as did Melanie Kyriakou.
Sean, you are free to be, authentic & expressive, with no human limitations to hold you back anymore.
Your world is now timeless and expansive, and we can only imagine how perfectly beautiful it must feel to be so free.
Those who remain behind are saddened by the loss of your creative, unique soul, but we find solace in knowing that you are vibing on another level, complete and fully whole.
It seems unimaginable that 43 years is all this world gets to experience of you, there should have been more time. But really, what is time? You always believed it was a false concept, just a measurement of movement, not what was real, nor true.
You cherished authentic moments and not constructs of a materialistic world. You yearned to feel one with nature, to sit beneath a star-ridden sky, or to inhale fresh mountain air, you wished to ground yourself, deeply rooted to the earth, or to walk amongst the giant trees, feeling impossibly small.
I remember the time you spent in BC, and you wrote your daughters letters about the things you saw, mostly in the forest, urging them to someday travel and experience the wonders of the BC forest for themselves. You were completely content to witness life through the lens of your Nikon and we are so grateful for the art you left behind.
I am sorry that this world is not made for Beings such as yourself. Beings who feel empathy for all of nature and who struggle to fit into a world that overwhelms. You have left an imprint on our souls and we will forever honour the essence of who you truly are.
Mourning your loss, you leave behind three daughters, Trinity Elise, Tristann Lynn, and Teigann Isobella, daughters who mirror your brilliance and depth, whose inner flames are a reflection of you, burning brightly within each.
In conclusion, I am leaving this Mary Oliver poem, as it is a profound reflection of the human condition and the importance of loving others. Life is fleeting, and every moment matters. The words of this poem acknowledge that painful reality, while also reminding us that love, despite its pain, is always worth it.
To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
To love what is mortal;
To hold it
against your bones knowing
your life depends on it;
And, when the time comes to let it
go, To let it go.
~ Mary Oliver ~
Many Families to thank including the Podrats Family, Kyriakou Family, and Picton family.
May Sean Rest In Peace ,, he is sending signs of Happiness with No More Pain ..
A celebration of life service will be held at a later date