My name is Sebastian Champion, and I am creating this petition in memory of my mother Dacia Elizabeth Champion. (October 16th, 1972 - December 3rd, 2025.) Every person deserves to leave something behind. I hope my mother can leave behind her name.

I respectfully ask that this honorary street designation be placed on W. Brock Street, where our family home stood and where so many of my memories with my mom were made.

More than anything, I want my mom to be able to continue living on in this world long after her voice has fallen silent. I don’t want her name to fade with time or become a memory known only by those who loved her. Her name is Dacia Elizabeth Champion, formerly Dacia Elizabeth Jeffries, given to her by her own mother, Lois. She was, and still is, the beloved wife of Christopher Champion. Together they created a family of four. Though she never felt like it, she was the reason our house felt like home. Not because of where it was, or what it looked like, but because of who was waiting on the other side of the door. Waiting to hear about my day. That was my mom, Dacia.

I want complete strangers to see her name one day and wonder, "Who was Dacia?" Because then they would have the opportunity to learn who she was.  Her memory can stay alive. Dacia loved doing things with her hands, she loved to create. She just loved art in general. One of her favorite things to do when she was feeling down was to listen to music. She didn't have a specific taste, although her playlists consisted of mostly alternative mixed with some pop. If she liked a song, it didn't matter what genre it was. We would listen for hours, sharing AirPods, singing every lyric, talking about every song. We both agreed on the idea that music can completely change your emotions. That music has the power to make you feel any which way you need to feel. To this day I hear her in every song, and I sing to the sky hoping she's still singing along with me. She also found art in movies and television, where stories, characters, and music brought her comfort. Some of my favorite memories are the countless nights we spent curled up on the couch with the cats, rewatching our favorite stories. Whether it was The Walking Dead, Supernatural, Criminal Minds, or another show we'd already seen a dozen times, it wasn't about finding something new, it was about sharing time together. Those stories became part of our story. She also enjoyed a lot of action based television like The Matrix, John Wick, The Witcher, absolutely any Marvel, especially Deadpool. She loved a good comedy. She always said that, no matter what, laughter could cheer her up. She and my dad would watch stand-up comedy together all the time, especially Bert Kreischer. She didn't only spend her days inside, she also enjoyed gardening. There is still a rose bush growing at our old house that she planted. She had many tools, it was funny because all of her tools had her name in bold capital letters on them. It's because my dad would always borrow them and forget to bring them back. The funniest part is that it never actually helped him remember. She also adored animals. She got me my soul cat that i named Goddess. I also began fostering rabbits and she connected to each one, her favorite being a Rex bunny named Grumps. She also had a tabby cat named Ib (I-b), whom she absolutely adored. She even loved my mouse, whom I named Potato, and whom she gave way too many treats.

Above all, my mother was full of dreams. She had a master's degree in accounting and was working for the city of Pueblo.  It's probably no surprise that she was insanely good at math. She also had a wit for grammar and spelling. But most of all, she had a way of finding comfort and beauty in the world that let her go way too soon, and that’s how I hope people remember her.

Life wasn’t always kind to her either. She faced physical health and neurological challenges that made it difficult to live the life she dreamed of, but those challenges were never who she was. Those challenges never took away her beauty, inside or out. Even when they limited her daily life. Beneath them was a loving, creative, compassionate woman who deserved so much more on this earth than she ever received. 

One day, my mom wrote, “I am a ghost of who I want to be, and I hate it.” I have never forgotten those words. Especially because I watched her body deteriorate through more recent years. I can’t change the life she lived, I can't change the way things ended. But I hope I can change how she’s remembered. An honorary street wouldn’t just be a sign. It would be a promise that her name will continue to exist in the world long after we’re gone. It would give people who never met her the chance to wonder who she was, to learn that she was deeply loved, and to know that her life mattered. My goal isn’t for people to feel bad for her. Please don't sign this petition because you feel sorry for my mom. She hated pity. Sign it because beautiful people deserve to be remembered. Sign it because her name deserves to continue being spoken. Sign it because decades from now, when a child asks, 'Who was Dacia?', someone will have the chance to answer, 'She was loved.'

We will make this happen for you Mom, because I do love you, to infinity.