83 years, 7 months, 2 days old
Jan 1, 1939 - Aug 3, 2022
Salt Lake City, UT—KT hated long obits. He really wanted just a picture of a frog and 'He Croaked', but I want a little more.
Kjartan T. Magnusson was born on January 1, 1939 in Ontario, CA.
Married Judith Done in 1962, three kids, later divorced.
KT proudly served in the 33rd US Army Band in Heidelberg, Germany 1963-65. He is a Professor Emeritus at Salt Lake Community College, retiring in 2018 after 46 years of teaching.
KT met his love, Jill (me) and we married in 1991. We enjoyed traveling and just hanging out. I will miss him greatly.
For relaxation he loved playing bluegrass on the banjo, working on projects in the garage, and walking our dog Toby.
KT is survived by his wife Jill Berman, daughters Kelly (Ernie) Figueroa & Janae Magnusson, sister Linda (Ken) Serabia, and grandkids Tatiana, Emilie, Max & Kiana. Preceded in death by his son Kristopher.
As per KT's request, there will be a party to celebrate his life at a later date.
Published by The Salt Lake Tribune from Aug. 11 to Aug. 16, 2022.
Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
By: Henry Scott Holland (1847-1918)
Jan 1, 1939 - Aug 3, 2022
Salt Lake City, UT—KT hated long obits. He really wanted just a picture of a frog and 'He Croaked', but I want a little more.
Kjartan T. Magnusson was born on January 1, 1939 in Ontario, CA.
Married Judith Done in 1962, three kids, later divorced.
KT proudly served in the 33rd US Army Band in Heidelberg, Germany 1963-65. He is a Professor Emeritus at Salt Lake Community College, retiring in 2018 after 46 years of teaching.
KT met his love, Jill (me) and we married in 1991. We enjoyed traveling and just hanging out. I will miss him greatly.
For relaxation he loved playing bluegrass on the banjo, working on projects in the garage, and walking our dog Toby.
KT is survived by his wife Jill Berman, daughters Kelly (Ernie) Figueroa & Janae Magnusson, sister Linda (Ken) Serabia, and grandkids Tatiana, Emilie, Max & Kiana. Preceded in death by his son Kristopher.
As per KT's request, there will be a party to celebrate his life at a later date.
Published by The Salt Lake Tribune from Aug. 11 to Aug. 16, 2022.
Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
By: Henry Scott Holland (1847-1918)
83 years, 7 months, 2 days old
Jan 1, 1939 - Aug 3, 2022
Salt Lake City, UT—KT hated long obits. He really wanted just a picture of a frog and 'He Croaked', but I want a little more.
Kjartan T. Magnusson was born on January 1, 1939 in Ontario, CA.
Married Judith Done in 1962, three kids, later divorced.
KT proudly served in the 33rd US Army Band in Heidelberg, Germany 1963-65. He is a Professor Emeritus at Salt Lake Community College, retiring in 2018 after 46 years of teaching.
KT met his love, Jill (me) and we married in 1991. We enjoyed traveling and just hanging out. I will miss him greatly.
For relaxation he loved playing bluegrass on the banjo, working on projects in the garage, and walking our dog Toby.
KT is survived by his wife Jill Berman, daughters Kelly (Ernie) Figueroa & Janae Magnusson, sister Linda (Ken) Serabia, and grandkids Tatiana, Emilie, Max & Kiana. Preceded in death by his son Kristopher.
As per KT's request, there will be a party to celebrate his life at a later date.
Published by The Salt Lake Tribune from Aug. 11 to Aug. 16, 2022.
Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
By: Henry Scott Holland (1847-1918)
Jan 1, 1939 - Aug 3, 2022
Salt Lake City, UT—KT hated long obits. He really wanted just a picture of a frog and 'He Croaked', but I want a little more.
Kjartan T. Magnusson was born on January 1, 1939 in Ontario, CA.
Married Judith Done in 1962, three kids, later divorced.
KT proudly served in the 33rd US Army Band in Heidelberg, Germany 1963-65. He is a Professor Emeritus at Salt Lake Community College, retiring in 2018 after 46 years of teaching.
KT met his love, Jill (me) and we married in 1991. We enjoyed traveling and just hanging out. I will miss him greatly.
For relaxation he loved playing bluegrass on the banjo, working on projects in the garage, and walking our dog Toby.
KT is survived by his wife Jill Berman, daughters Kelly (Ernie) Figueroa & Janae Magnusson, sister Linda (Ken) Serabia, and grandkids Tatiana, Emilie, Max & Kiana. Preceded in death by his son Kristopher.
As per KT's request, there will be a party to celebrate his life at a later date.
Published by The Salt Lake Tribune from Aug. 11 to Aug. 16, 2022.
Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
By: Henry Scott Holland (1847-1918)
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