My mother Aline Masson
My mother led an adventurous and eccentric life. She grew up in NJ and was even at Woodstock, moved to Colorado to study at the University of Colorado, where she met my father & had me. She raised Great Danes and German shepherds during her life. She rode horses & marked trails at the Air Force Academy. She could recount ancient history and religions of any tribe, creed, god & goddess of more cultures than I could even attempt to name. She could recite horse and dog pedigrees with the best. She was an amazing artist in calligraphy, sketch & on canvas. She was a devoted animal lover and had the ability to communicate with any creature she came into contact with. I think they truly understood her best.
She was at her happiest riding her horse, at the end of her dogs lead or nose deep in one of her mythology or history books. She taught me so much and I have never doubted that she truly loved me as her daughter.
She was tenacious, loyal and strong-willed, she loved deeply & was more fragile than she would ever admit. She had a strong free will and the need to be independent.
She will truly be missed, I find solace envisioning her riding JBar through a lush pasture with Gant at their heels while all the others that have gone before her watch her ride.
Ride on and be free mom, I will always love you.
I will take her for one last ride in the mountains and give her ashes to the wind.
She is survived by myself (Kara) & my husband Jason, brother George, his children Jeff and Monica, her sister Marion and her husband Andy, their children Wendy and Drew, myself, her grandson Zach and his wife and their children Hunter, Layla Rae and Parker