Shirley Joyce Adamson

The family of Shirley Joyce Adamson of Kersey, Colorado announces her passing, surroundedby loved ones, on March 25, 2025.Shirley was born January 24, 1932 in Sterling, Colorado to Jacob & Molly Wamboldt. She grew up on a farm in Merino, Colorado & carried the resilience & pioneering spirit of her rural upbringing throughout her life. A devoted & fiercely protective mother, Shirley’s love for her family was unwavering. She instilled in her loved ones a sense of curiosity, strength & creativity. Her passion for art, especially painting, was a lifelong pursuit that brought her much joy. Shirley was a long time employee of the United States Postal Service, where she displayed a strong work ethic and a kind heart. Beyond her professional life she loved traveling, embracing new experiences & seeking out beauty in the world around her.

Shirley was predeceased by her parents Jacob and Molly Wamboldt and her sister, Virginia Clayton. Shirley is survived by her husband, Bill Adamson; children, Debra Adamson, Sheree Adamson, Jodi Sharp (Deacon), Jason Adamson, Kathy Naibauer (Darin); sisters, Carol Holzworth, Billye Butte (Dennis); grandchildren, Zac (Fabiana) and Ian Scholfield, Beau Clusiau (Andrea),Crystal Little (Ben), Aaron Adamson (Kimberly), Bethany Harvey (Christopher), Andrew(Desiree) and Jacob Naibauer (Allyson); and great-grandchildren, Clare and Cora Scholfield, Beau, Grant and Erik Clusiau, Eugene Little, Amity, Everest and Verity Adamson, Gracelynn, Lenora, Uriah and Jude Harvey and Theodore, Emberlee and Adelaide Naibauer. Donations can be made in honor of Shirley to the Bright Focus Foundation and its Macular Degeneration Research program at donate.brightfocus.org.

“Life After Death” by Laura Gilpin

The things I know: How the living go on living And how the dead go on living with them So that in a forest Even a dead tree casts a shadow And the leaves fall one by one And the branches break in the wind And the bark peels off slowly And the trunk cracks And the rain seeps through the cracks And the trunk falls to the ground And the moss covers it And in the spring the rabbits find it And build their nest Inside the dead tree So that nothing is ever wasted in nature Or in love.