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Andrew J. Scoopmire (December 30, 1982 - December 24, 2006)
Memorial services for Andrew J. Scoopmire, 23, of Gallup, New Mexico will be held on Saturday-December 30, 2006-10:00 AM at the Trinity Lutheran Church in Gallup. Rev. Gary Bickner will officiate.Mr. Scoopmire was born on December 30, 1982 in Gallup, New Mexico and died on December 24, 2006 in Gallup, New Mexico. He was a 2001 Graduate of Gallup High School.
He is survived by his wife: Laura Scoopmire of Gallup, New Mexico; Daughter: Joana Scoopmire of Gallup, New Mexico; Parents: John and Andrea Scoopmire of Gallup, New Mexico; Sisters: Amy Kluck of Minn., Leslie Wilson of South Carolina and Valerie Tsosie of Gallup, New Mexico.
Please pray for my wife as she is in New Mexico with her family. And please pray for her family as many need to know Christ.
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