In Memory of my mom

Alexandra Kosan Erixon crossed the bar on her 93rd birthday, February 8, 2009. She died peacefully in her sleep.

She is survived by daughter Mignon, grandsons Lee & Bill Stanford, great-grandson Tyler Stanford, nephews Jeffrey, David and Keith Kosan, sister-in-law Nancy Kosan, former husband, Robin Erixon, and many friends around the world. The family thanks all friends and workers who brought happiness and smiles to Alexandra throughout the years.

Alexandra was born Feb 8, 1915 in Winnipeg, Manitoba, the fourth of five children born to Nellie Negrich Kosan and Rev. John Kosan. The Kosans moved to Pittsburgh, PA, where Alex later attended the Carnegie-Mellon Institute and studied as a concert pianist. During the Depression years she worked as an executive assistant and buyer for a large firm. She later married first husband, Peter Hale. After World War II and a divorce, she moved to the Republic of Panama and worked for the Army as Director of Recreational Services. Alexandra had her own radio talk show for a year until she married Captain Robin Erixon, and opened her heart to adopt a child.

Alexandra's exceptional skills in organizing and beautifying living spaces introduced her to many life-long friends. Alex embraced life fully and brought beauty and love to many souls. Her soul is at peace with God.

Alexandra will be cremated and her remains returned to the Negrich estate in Canada. A memorial service was held at 1 p.m., Sunday Feb. 8, 2009 in Fredericksburg, VA. She will long be remembered with love.

Her favorite poem was CROSSING THE BAR by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.

Another poem by Tennyson:
LOVE AND DEATH
What time the mighty moon was gathering light
Love paced the thymy plots of Paradise,
And all about him roll'd his lustrous eyes;
When, turning round a cassia, full in view,
Death, walking all alone beneath a yew,
And talking to himself, first met his sight.
'You must begone,' said Death, 'these walks are mine.'
Love wept and spread his sheeny vans for flight;
Yet ere he parted said, 'This hour is thine:
Thou art the shadow of life, and as the tree
Stands in the sun and shadows all beneath,
So in the light of great eternity
Life eminent creates the shade of death.
The shadow passeth when the tree shall fall,
But I shall reign for ever over all.'