Katherine Silverstein

Katherine “Katie Bugg” Helen Nicole Silverstein (Pearcy) 29, of Bozeman, Montana, formerly of Pocatello, ID left this world Sunday, March 26, 2023, surrounded by her loving family.

She was born August 3, 1993 in Soldotna, Alaska to Jeri Pearcy now Scalise and Kenny Pearcy.  As a child Katie moved with her family to Pocatello, Idaho. She attended Irving Jr. High School and Pocatello High school. After High School in 2012, Katie lived briefly in Ocean City, Maryland, where she worked a summer retail job on the Boardwalk. With summer over, she moved back to Pocatello, then to Monroe, Louisiana. Wanting to be closer to her sister, Jessica, Katie decided to relocated to Bozeman, Montana. She met Andrew Silverstein in 2015, and they were married June 28, 2018.

Beautiful and caring Katie left an indelible impression on everyone she met. Unconditionally loving and empathetic, she had a magnetic personality and a wonderful zeal for life. Katie was a stay-at-home mother and dedicated her life to providing a loving home for her husband, Andrew, and their two girls, Kinslee and Kyra.  As loving and dedicated as she was, Katie left all of us without her wonderful spirit and infectious personality.  Each of her family members and friends, which there are so many, have been left with incredible sorrow at her untimely passing.  The world seems a darker place without her light shining in it.  We take solace that she has transcended this earth and is far from the pain experienced here.

She leaves behind her husband, Andrew Silverstein; daughters, Kinslee and Kyra, of Bozeman, MT; grandmother, Roberta Pearcy and father, Kenny Pearcy, both of Soldotna, Alaska; her mother, Jeri Scalise and stepfather, Jimmer Scalise of Inkom, Idaho; sisters, Jamie Nelson, Kiana Turpin and brother-in-law, Rhet Turpin of Pocatello, Idaho; sister, Jessica Pearcy of Bozeman, MT; many nieces, nephews, aunts, uncles, cousins, and other friends and family, too numerous to put here. 

A celebration of life will be scheduled at a future time.

“Immortality”

by Clare Harner

Do not stand by my grave and weep;

I am not there I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am diamond glints on snow.

I am sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die.