Mary Traffas

Mary (Gulli) Traffas died on Holy Saturday, April 20, 2019, in Pratt, Kansas early Saturday morning.  There was a full Pink Easter Moon, a symbol of rebirth, to light her way.

She was born to Gertrude and Joseph Gulli on April 18, 1922. With her eight siblings, she grew up in Washington D.C., the political heartbeat of our country. She never lost her appetite for politics—both domestic and international. Two of her recent questions were, “So, what are the implications of the Mueller Report?” and “Just how did the fire at Notre Dame happen?” Exasperated that we could not tell her, she decided to get answers directly from her Creator.

Mary took a gamble and married Vincent Traffas on January 17, 1945 and moved to Sharon, Kansas. After 97 years, she considered herself lucky in love, cards, and casinos.

Mary is survived by her children: Elaine and her husband Jack Graham, Joan and her husband Eric Berman, Vincent Traffas and his wife Kristi, Shawn Traffas and his wife, Robin, and daughter-in-law, Marilyn Traffas (married to Brian); her twelve grandchildren and nineteen great-grandchildren (with two more on the way) and her own brother Ed Gulli of Scottsdale, Arizona.

Those who preceded Mary in death include her husband, Vincent Traffas; son, Brian Traffas, and grandchild, Jesi.

Rosary for Mary will be Thursday, April 25, 2019 at 7:00 p.m., at St. Boniface Church in Sharon, Kansas. Funeral Mass will be Friday, April 26, 2019 at 11:00 a.m. in St. Boniface Church in Sharon, Kansas.  Burial will be in St. Boniface Cemetery with arrangements by Lanman Funeral Home, Inc. of Kiowa, Kansas.  Viewing will be during Rosary on Thursday.  Facebook:  Lanman Funeral Home Inc.

Memorials may be sent to one of four of Mary’s charities: The Lord’s Diner in Wichita, Kansas; St. Boniface Catholic Church in Sharon, Kansas; Holy Rosary Catholic Church in Medicine Lodge, Kansas; or St. John Catholic Church, in Kiowa, Kansas through the funeral home.



Today, Michael bought me flowers.
I wasn’t sure why at first. Why should he remember this day? I hadn’t brought it up and he didn’t known me back then. But they were there, sitting on my dresser with a happy sticky note.
A gentle reflection, kinder than the litany of memories refusing to cease fire in the cinema of my mind this morning.
In rapid fire sequence, these frames continue to play:

The phone call I got from Aaron.
[He never calls me, I thought, so when I answered I blurted out “hey, I passed you on the road!”
“Dad fell,” came the strangled voice from the man I have always looked up to.]
Sinking to my knees on the floor of my apartment and talking my brother and my mom through CPR.
Lucas, there to help out with harvest, insisting that I start to pray.
The memory of telling my sister. Over the phone, because she was at work, and being unable to hug her. Her disbelief.
Rob’s phone call. The most significant. On the impossibly long car drive home. We sat, connected through the miles, in silence.
Megan’s comment about us walking him down the exact same aisle the same day he walked her down the aisle a few years before, to marry Andrew.
Nolan waving his motorcycle wave at Dad the last time, his brow creasing in concern that grandpa wasn’t waving back.
How Aaron really hugged me in church…

This morning marks two years since I lost my dad.

Again, selfishly, I am going to steal from Rob:
He said that funerals, in a sense, are easy. You already know what to do. And in your consolation, you know intimately the three days of frozen hell the departed’s family has seen. You’ve met with the priest. You’ve picked the casket. When the time comes to hug or shake hands, you can provide empathy.
Unexpectedly, the weddings are the hardest. That was something that wasn’t in the manual. Weddings should be the escape. When done well, they are the furthest thing from tragedy; rare, pure afternoons of celebratory bliss where the mortal weights can be surrendered. They are good music and picture-perfect bridal parties, flower girls and fully inebriated dancing.

A very close friend of mine recently got married. And as it always does, during the father daughter dance, the weight of what I had lost became all that I knew.
Knowing that that was one thing I will never, never have.
That walk down the aisle.
That particular dance.
And my brother and sister are each picking out new baby names. That is something else I get to miss out on him seeing of mine. How jealous I am of my siblings and their time with my dad.

Last year I was lucky enough to get to know Michael’s grandma, briefly, and that loving, wonderful woman had the nerve to worry about me – how I would feel, getting close to someone very sick.
How utterly selfless she was.

And the strongest, most influential person I know has finally decided she likes to travel. This year, my mom is in Italy, like she always dreamed.

I wish he could see us all now. I landed what is still, after two years, my dream job and have met the most wonderful guy. Megan and Aaron are having more beautiful, intelligent babies who will no doubt “speak Mandarin” for the first 10 months, like he always claimed.
The house got a new coat of paint.
And we finally sold his truck.

Last year, I had pieces of paper.
…but today, Michael bought me flowers.


Brian Traffas

Brian Traffas, 59, died June 4, 2012, at Medicine Lodge Memorial Hospital, Medicine Lodge, Kan. He was born Feb. 24, 1953, in Medicine Lodge, the son of Vincent and Mary (Gulli) Traffas.

A lifetime resident of Sharon, Kan., he was a farmer.

He was a member of St. Boniface Catholic Church, Sharon, Kan.

On May 22, 1976, he married Marilyn R. Marcotte in Victoria, Kan. She survives.

Other survivors include his mother, Mary Traffas, Sharon, Kan.; a son Aaron (Diane) Traffas, Wichita, Kan.; two daughters Megan (Andrew) Piester, Goddard, Kan.; Erica Traffas, Wichita, Kan.; two brothers, Dr. Vincent Traffas, Kensington, Kan.; Shawn Traffas, Buhler, Kan.; two sisters Elaine Graham, Kansas City, Kan.; Joan Berman, Fayetteville, Ark.; and two grandchildren, Nolan Traffas and Kylee Piester.

He was preceded in death by his father Vincent.

Visitation will be 10:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m., Wed. June 6, 2012, at Larrison Funeral Home, 120 E. Lincoln Ave., Medicine Lodge, KS 67104.

Vigil service will be 7:00 p.m., Wednesday, at St. Boniface Catholic Church, Sharon, Kan.

Mass of Christian Burial will be 10:00 a.m., Thursday, June 7, 2012, at St. Boniface.

Burial will be in St. Boniface Catholic Cemetery, Sharon, Kan.

Memorials may be made to the Brian Traffas Scholarship Fund in care of the funeral home.

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Sister M. Vincetta Traffas

Jan. 7, 1920 – Dec. 8, 2010 MISHAWAKA – Sister M. Vincetta Traffas, OSF, 90, of the Sisters of St. Francis passed away Wednesday in Our Lady of Angels Convent. She is survived by two sisters, Agnes Eck and Anne Bohrer, both of Kansas. She was preceded in death by eight brothers and four sisters. Visitation is today (Friday) from 5 – 7 p.m. in St. Francis Convent, Mishawaka. Mass of Christian Burial will be celebrated Saturday at 11 am in St. Francis Convent. Arrangements are in the care of Thallemer, Goethals & Wells Funeral Home.

Published in South Bend Tribune on December 10, 2010

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