Carian Aletta Mace

Carian Aletta Mace, 82, of Littleton, Colorado, passed away peacefully on Thursday, March 12, 2026. 

Born on July 6, 1943, in Pineville, Missouri, she was the daughter  of the late Columbus and Lillie (Owen) Roundtree. Carian was the eldest of four siblings and was raised in Colorado, where she attended high school and met her soulmate and life partner, Benjamin K. Mace II. 

Carian and Benjamin were married and eventually settled in  Littleton to raise their family. A devoted wife and mother, she dedicated her life to her loved ones, creating a home filled with warmth and support. Her greatest joy in her later years was her role as a grandmother; her grandchildren were truly the light of  her life. 

She is survived by her beloved husband of many years, Benjamin  K. Mace II; her two sons, Kendall Mace and Darwin Mace; and her cherished grandchildren, Carly and Bailey Mace and her daughter in-law, Jennifer (Wert) Mace. She also leaves behind her sister, Linda Adamson; her late brothers Tommy Roundtree and  Douglas Roundtree; and a large extended family of nieces and  nephews who will miss her dearly. 

A celebration of Carian’s life will be held at a later date.

In lieu of flowers, the family requests that you spend extra time with your loved ones today in her honor. 

"Cabin on the Elk"  

She was born where the river bends slow and quiet, in a small  wooden cabin by the banks of the Elk River, Missouri, where morning  fog lifted off the water like a prayer learning how to rise. The mountains called her family west to the wide blue sky of  Colorado, where pine trees whispered in the wind and the stars felt  close enough to touch with bare hands. She grew up strong there—  dusty from trails, hair tangled from the breeze, a laugh that echoed  through forests and across campfires burning low. 

Then love found her.

A sailor from Denver with salt in his stories and oceans in his eyes.  Somehow the mountains and the sea met in the middle of their  hearts. She loved to dance— not the careful kind, but the spinning,  laughing, music-in-your-soul kind that made the whole room lighter.  She loved sleeping beneath the stars, camping by a quiet lake, the  crackle of a campfire and the smell of rain on pine needles. And though the years moved on like that old river in Missouri, her love stayed steady and strong as mountain stone, warm as summer  sunlight.  

Then one day heaven called her home. She left this world gently, like a dancer stepping off the floor after the last song. Now she walks  with Jesus, somewhere beyond the mountains and rivers, where there  is no sorrow, only peace and no pain. But in every breeze through the pines, every crackling campfire, every quiet riverbank, every Square  Dance Hall— we still hear her laughter drifting back to us like music carried on the wind. 

Poem by Kendall Mace

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