Cindy Ann Helkenn

Cindy Ann Helkenn passed away on March 16, 2019, in Rapid City, South Dakota. Cindy was born March 26, 1971 in Pomona, California. Cindy had a natural compassion for others, which led her to graduate Maryville University of Missouri in 1993 to finish her RN,BSN.

For over 20 years she was able to practice in healthcare. Eventually, she was attracted to administration and quickly adjusted to many angles in the healthcare field.

Her talents were unparalleled due to her ability to inspire and be a driving force in whatever she set her mind to. Her desire and accomplishments big or small are hard to capture in words. No doubt, she made a difference and moved others.

At home, she was always waiting for the next holiday or excuse for an event to create fun and have a reason to cook a big dinner with everyone at the table. In our lives, it spoke that togetherness was important.

Her smile brightened a room when she had her closest near. I don't remember a time when we weren't surrounded by her positive passions, wonderful pets, her desire for the wide-open spaces and her ability to find a way to garden anywhere!

When it came to crafts or home projects, she just loved exploring every avenue. Crochet became a quick talent and joy because it could gift others. She loved making soaps, scarfs, blankets or caps to those that enjoyed her patterns.

Grateful for having shared her life are her husband, Ted and their daughter, Samantha; daughter, Kelly Farrar; son, Arec and daughter-in-law, Amanda and granddaughter, Avery Tucker; stepchildren, Tanner Helkenn and Elyse Helkenn; parents, Sheila and Mick Marx; sisters, Jenny and Kirsten; brother, Kenny; and nieces and nephews.

A private family visitation was March 18 at Kirk Funeral Home, Rapid City. A celebration of life will take place this summer at Saddle Tree Ranch, Cindy's home. Details to follow.

In lieu of flowers, Memorials may be directed to the family to support Sammie's future education.

In conclusion, we leave you with LOVE by Arec Tucker:

Letting each seed grow to the life it wants. A dash of trust, a ½ cup of strength and all of your respect and support.

One ounce of vulnerability and the flower might blossom, finding comfort in the wind that causes it to float from place to place not having a clue which direction the wind might take it.

Vacant to the time that is now, the thoughts of the seed that blow in the wind are always on the promise of a bigger tree, even when the sun doesn't shine so bright.

Each move is calculated, inspired by the souls that never knew any better. These are the ingredients to the lost art of PEACE.