- 86 years old
- Date of birth: Jan 2, 1930
- Place of birth:
- Date of passing: Dec 10, 2016
- Place of passing:
Warrenton, Virginia, United States
|Missing you. Te queremos mucho Mamacita! ❤️|
This memorial website was created in memory and in honor of the life of Myriam Haarman, 86, a proud American citizen born on January 2,1930 in Cali Colombia South America who passed away peacefully on Saturday morning, December 10, 2016 in Warrenton, Virginia. We will remember her forever.
Myriam is survived by her daughter Anna Kristina Whichard, her sons Paul Haarman Sr. and Johan Haarman Jr., her sisters Edith Weichbrodt and Anita Vivas Sarmiento and brother Tito Vivas, two grandchildren, two great grandchildren, several loving nieces, nephews, cousins and many friends.
Please feel free to turn on the sound, and explore this site dedicated solely to her memory and express your love for Myriam with a tribute or a story and condolences for surviving family members.
For those who desire, in lieu of flowers, our family suggests that donations in memory of Myriam Haarman can be made to the American Diabetes Association on its memorial fund site or for convenience by using this link in your browser:
"I just typed a message to Myriam and to Ana Kristina, Paul an"
"This Tribute was added by Christel Eva Wagner on 05th Feb 2017
My love to Myriam forever. She was my best friend here in the U.S.A. and the best neighbor I ever had. We lived next to each other in Mount Kisco for five years. It was difficult parting with her on account of one of my many job transfers, but we also enjoyed each other a few times in Washington during visits and during the many phone calls we shared. I still miss calling you, Myriam.
I know you have gone to heaven, Myriam, where we will meet again, but you will be remembered by me for as long as I stay on this earth.
To Ana Kristina, Johan and Paul my sincere condolences. Your Mom has not stopped caring for you ... instead she will be with you in spirit until our great re-union in heaven.
In prayers we will always be together.
"My deepest condolences. May these few words from the Holy Scriptures bring you comfort in your time of grief...
32 And so Mary, when she arrived where Jesus was and caught sight of him, fell at his feet, saying to him: “Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died.” 33 Jesus, therefore, when he saw her weeping and the Jews that came with her weeping, groaned in the spirit and became troubled; 34 and he said: “Where have YOU laid him?” They said to him: “Lord, come and see.” 35 Jesus gave way to tears. 36 Therefore the Jews began to say: “See, what affection he used to have for him!” 37 But some of them said: “Was not this [man] that opened the eyes of the blind man able to prevent this one from dying?”
38 Hence Jesus, after groaning again within himself, came to the memorial tomb. It was, in fact, a cave, and a stone was lying against it.39 Jesus said: “TAKE the stone away.” Martha, the sister of the deceased, said to him: “Lord, by now he must smell, for it is four days.”40 Jesus said to her: “Did I not tell you that if you would believe you would see the glory of God?” 41 Therefore they took the stone away. Now Jesus raised his eyes heavenward and said: “Father, I thank you that you have heard me. 42 True, I knew that you always hear me; but on account of the crowd standing around I spoke, in order that they might believe that you sent me forth.” 43 And when he had said these things, he cried out with a loud voice: “Laz´a·rus, come on out!” 44The [man] that had been dead came out with his feet and hands bound with wrappings, and his countenance was bound about with a cloth. Jesus said to them: “Loose him and let him go.”
45 Therefore many of the Jews that had come to Mary and that beheld what he did put faith in him;
Please go to the following link for more information regarding the Hope expressed in this passage
"Please accept my condolence for your family. God will give each of you strength. Psalms 46:1"
"Dear Mamacita, te amo,
Only you and I know how truly deep our love for each other was. You were so much the loving mother that I didn't have. I loved my mom, but we were not close. You and I laughed over me mispronouncing the Spanish words you so patiently tried to teach me, and when you knew I was doing it on purpose to make you laugh, you always called me "sinverguenza." I don't know if I'm spelling it correctly but this one I do know how to say. I don't think a day has gone by that I haven't thought of you and mentioned you in many of my conversations to friends and family. My father thought the world of you, he always asks about "that charming Myriam." He enjoyed taking you around on his arm throughout the National Arboretum and the sound of you guys laughing was so comforting.
You got me hooked on those Univision Soaps, and you loved translating what they were saying. The stories seemed to light you up like a candle and you never seemed to mind explaining what was going on.
Kristina came to live with us, and we were a little strained at first, but I remember hugging her and she was so stiff at first. But by the time she was ready to move out, we were real sisters. She had a soft spot for Mancha our little Beagle, and Mancha had a soft spot for her. So much so that she brought her a bird and tucked it away as a gift behind her cupboard in her room! (Beagles are want to do that.)
Holidays were our favorite times, weren't they? Remember when you first moved to VA and we had our first Thanksgiving together? You just looked around and sat at the table and drank the Columbian coffee that we got just for us. It was strong, and rich, and full of flavor. You told me about your youth, your father, your time dancing and the piano. I was so impressed, and a bit saddened that you couldn't do it anymore, but we replaced it with family gatherings. Kristina was there and we had a sweet little time, and the night Paul and the boys showed up to move you in, we all ate Lasagna and laughed. They were so tired but I think they were fulfilled to have helped to give you a new start. I was always a bit afraid of Paul, but that night I let go of it and just opened my arms to him and it was the first time my own fear, pride and prejudice melted away. He was tired and hungry and when he sat down to our table it was like our family had just grown a bit larger.
We decorated the tree together, we talked about Christmases past and planned for "next year." We always had classic Christmas music playing and we all danced to 'Feliz Navidad.' Johan and I did the jitterbug (very poorly indeed) to 'Rockin' Round the Christmas Tree,' and you giggled. I believe Ave Maria was your favorite.
You loved our 'perritos' Nena and Mancha, then Bonnie and Clyde, and you even knew Kelly. In fact you were with me when I got him from the pet store. Remember?
Dear Mami, I don't believe in endings, death, heaven or hell. I believe that there is no beginning, no ending. I believe that when we leave this plain we elevate, into a dream we've had, the vastness of our desires, so I see you dancing your heart out, and it makes me smile. As for those of us left here without you, what we retain is the best of you and us combined; we are part of the whole. The Universal whole, that, to me means that just as you were part of our lives when we had you with us physically, you are now and always a part of us more deeply. Not a cliché, just my way of saying that every memory, every photo, every conversation, every time I see or talk to someone in the family, every dream I dream of you dancing and playing the piano, and every time I play the piano myself, is when you are the closest.
Every year I buy a gift for myself that specifically connects me to you all year long. Can you guess what it is? Paloma Picasso perfume. Just one more thing you taught this old country girl. The first time you gave it to me as a Christmas gift, you said "A woman should have a signature scent that is all her own." Just another bit of class that you shared with me. So whenever anyone says "that is a wonderful perfume, what is it?" I tell them what it is, and say, my Mother in Law gives it to me every year. The way I see it, you do, and it's how I'll always think of it.
Just a note to Johan, Paul, and Kristina. Johan, no matter what, you were and are an amazingly kind and loving man, and friend. You are one of a kind, no one compares. Your mother made you that way. I hope you are AMAZINGLY happy. You deserve it more than anyone I know.
Paul, allow me to say that your mom love, love, loved you like crazy. She had the kind of love for you that was enviable. As for me, I have always respected you. Always.
And last but certainly but not least, my sweet sister Kristina. Your mom was so proud of you and you gave her so much comfort. When I would call, I would ask her how she was doing, and she'd always say "Hanging in there." I always asked her about you and she'd tell me about your job, or the pets, or that you'd just been to see her, etc. To her you were the loveliest person she knew. She was so proud of you. She worried about your working so hard, but admired your grit.
I know this is a very verbose dedication. Truthlfully, I could go on but some thing are gifts you hold carefully to yourself.
Buenas nochas, Mami.
"Kristina, we have a memory of your mother that we'd like to share. We were at your condo before you moved to Warrenton. I remember us standing around the dining room table. It was either a dinner or snacks. We were dressed up so it could have been Christmas. Can't remember. Mom and Dad were with us. They loved talking to your mom and so did we as she shared some stories about her life. She was a very gracious lady. Mom talked about her a lot after that. I believe, other than your wedding, this was the only time we saw her. On this her birthday, we want to wish you and Jon our best. Love you both."
"Myriam as many who visit here will know is the mother of one of the sweetest ladies that I have ever had the pleasure of knowing: Kristina
Once while visiting Kristina and her husband Jon (my brother), in Northern Virginia I had run out of medication for my Diabetes and Kristina's Mother was kind enough to share some of her medication with me. That kindness has always been remembered.
I know that Kristina and Myriam's family here on earth miss her; but Myriam you are now in heaven with your heavenly father and members of your family that have gone on before you. Enjoy the peacefulness that you now have and look forward to Kristina and those who love you joining you when the Lord beckons."
"Johan talks about his childhood often. As a child in Peru one of his favorite memories is the parents dancing to "A Summer Place". He felt safe and loved peeking through the stairs watching Mom and Dad dance. All was right with the world through his eyes. Even now when he hears that song he cries a little. You must have been a wonderful Mother to create feelings like that in a little boy.
I didn't get to meet you and I am sad about that. But I will watch after Johan for you and will see you someday. Maybe you will be waiting for me by the river.
With love Mary Ann Mayfield (Mrs. Johan Haarman)"
"Love you Myriam Vivas Haarman and sincerely know that you are in heaven with those who have gone before you and that you have loved dearly. I will miss your laugh, your humor, dancing with you, hugging you and even though you loved Bill Clinton, I will always appreciate your strong will and love of life. You left a huge legacy behind in your beautiful family and friends and the many many that you touched with your artful hands and huge heart never forgetting anyone who you met along the way. God bless you and God bless your family. Exodus 20:12; Ephesians 6:2"
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