Geneiva Fay Meeker, 95, of Willard, Missouri, formerly of Albuquerque, New Mexico, passed away peacefully on November 4, 2022. Geneiva was born on January 31, 1927, in Houston, Texas to Rubert White and Kathryn Fitzgerald. Geneiva graduated high school in Belen, New Mexico, where she spent many years as a young adult.
Geneiva was a determined woman. When Geneiva was in her 40’s when she returned to school, she went to University of New Mexico and earned her master’s degree. Upon earning that degree, she became a council board member of the Albuquerque Metropolitan Flood Control Authority. Geneiva was also involved with the Albuquerque International Hot Air Balloon Fiesta in the early days.
Geneiva is preceded in death by her parents. She is survived by her son, Russell Meeker; her daughter, Dona Golden; seven grandchildren; twenty-eight great grandchildren; and eleven great- grandchildren.
Geneiva was a strong woman who will be greatly missed. There will be a Celebration of Life for Geneiva at a later date.
Remember Me
The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment the doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that for all intents and purposes my life has stopped. When that happens do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by use of a machine and don’t call this my death bed. Let it be called the bed of life and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives. GIVE MY SIGHT to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby’s face, or love in the eyes of a woman. GIVE MY HEART to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain. GIVE MY BLOOD to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play. GIVE MY KIDNEYS to one who depends on a machine to exist. TAKE MY BONES, EVERY MUSCLE, EVERY FIBER, AND NERVE in my body, and find a way to make a crippled child walk. Explore every corner of MY BRAIN. Take my CELLS if necessary and let them grow so that someday a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window. BURN what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow. If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses, and all prejudices against my fellowman. If by chance you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you.
If you do all I have asked I will live forever!