July 14, 2010
Advice from Lev
Quotes from Lev
– Age 6
I didn't hit anyone at school today...[long pause]....actually, I did.
– Age 3, on the way home from middle school
I guess you were right...you shouldn't eat 14 bananas.
– Age 8
This must be "last" class
– Age 5, after trying to sit in first class, and then seeing his actual seat at back of airplane
Looking gooooood...
– Age 14, when wearing a suit, looking in the mirror and nodding
Learn to fight with sticks
– Age 9, from an ad he posted at a school in Costa Rica
July 13, 2010
Obituary
Below is the the obituary that we struggled so much to write.
Lev Mann: 1995-2010

Lev Etto Goertzel Mann, 14, of Sedro-Woolley, died July 9, 2010 of a
sudden illness in Banff, Alberta, Canada.
He was born on July 19, 1995 in Aptos, California, the second son of
Tony Mann and Rebecca Goertzel.
Lev lived the majority of his first year on Vashon Island then moved to Issaquah, Washington; there he attended Mountainside Preschool. The family moved to Rincon, Puerto Rico, for his kindergarten year where he became bilingual and learned to color outside the lines. He attended first through fourth grades at the Cloud Forest School in Monteverde, Costa Rica. Lev loved losing himself in the forest and making weapons out of sticks. The family moved back to the Northwest and Lev attended fifth grade at John Stanford International School in Seattle and sixth through ninth grades in Sedro-Woolley.
He developed a continuing passion for all things medieval — knives,
swords, armaments, fantasy and fables. He was ardent about the fighting arts: karate, boxing, foam wars and wrestling. From a musical family, Lev played bass and ukulele and sang. He spent a lot of time in the outdoors with his family, kayaking, biking and hiking, where he loved to go off the trail, climbing triumphantly to the top of every hill.
Self confident and outspoken, Lev was quirky, creative, spontaneous, unpredictable and, at times, defiant. His number one possession was his ever-emerging mustache. He related well with people of all ages, from playing with little kids who adored him to chatting easily with adults. He frequently gave his belongings to friends, and whatever he had in his pocket he spent
on himself or others.
An avid seeker of knowledge, Lev was determined to know more than the person next to him. He loved to role-play, making up elaborate fantasy stories with his best friend Isaiah over long phone calls. Lev was an utterly devoted fan of Metallica, listening to little else. He often thought about death, and asked that "Fade to Black" be played at his memorial no matter what age he died.
Lev's presence could be felt wherever he went, and he never failed to entertain, surprise, and inspire. We will always hold his special, creative spirit in our hearts and mind.
Lev is survived by his parents, Rebecca Goertzel and Tony Mann, and his brother, Jaal, of Sedro-Woolley; his cousins, Zar, Zeb and Zade Goertzel of Rockville, Md.; his uncles, Roger Mann and wife Emily Cowgill of Mercer Island, Doug Mann of Reno, Nev., Joseph Mann of Los Angeles and Ben Goertzel of Rockville, Md; aunt Tamara Tweel and family of New York City; his grandparents Carol Goertzel and Charlene Flanagan of Media, Penn., Ted Goertzel and Linda Lawton of Medford Lakes, N.J., Bonnie and Sal Tardella of South Norwalk, Conn. and Stephen and Sharyn Mann of New York City; and extended family, Mario and Elizabeth Goertzel, John Goertzel and Sue Ellen White, Michael Zwell, Stuart Nalven, Fred Nalven, Caryle Garofalo, Jay Mann, Lillian Goertzel, Ariel Hanson, Tamara Guirado, Woody Flanagan, Jim Beckett and their families, as well as many close friends who are like family.
This obituary is online here.
July 12, 2010
Sad news about Lev
We were camping in the Canadian Rockies and having a great time. He was feeling good, swimming in a mountain lake, hiking on a glacier, etc. We were tent camping, enjoying being together. Lev didn't feel so good going to bed the 4th night, at Lake Louise in Banff. He went to bed a little early, not eating much dinner. He was fine when I got in the tent at 10:30, telling me I was making too much noise - just being himself. Around dawn he was having a fitful sleep, talking to Isaiah, a talking game in his sleep. Then, he started having seizures. We called an ambulance and we went to the hospital. His vitals were normal, but he wouldn't wake up in between the seizures. As we got close to the hospital his lungs filled with fluid and then he stopped breathing. As they stabilized him in one way, his heart failed. They tried hard to save him and had a helicopter ready to fly him to Calgary. He never stabilized, and as we looked on, we lost him forever. It was hard to believe, and still is. We had great days together and a great life together. We will miss him dearly. The loss is deeper than I thought possible.
Thank you for keeping us in your thoughts these days.
Donations may be sent to the Cloud Forest School to plant a tree in
memory of Lev.
http://www.cloudforestschool.org/support_us/plant_a_donation.htm
