Weep Not
Weep not for me though I am gone,
Into that gentle night.
Grieve if you will, but not for long,
Upon my soul's sweet flight.
I am at peace, my soul's at rest,
There is no need for tears.
For with your love I was so blessed
For all those many years.
There is no pain, I suffer not,
The fear now all is gone.
Put now these things out of your thoughts,
In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath,
Remember not the strife,
Please do not dwell upon my death,
But celebrate my life.
-Constance Jenkins
The pictures to the right. The pictures of her memorial card in the door of a crypt were taken in Montprasse cemetery in Paris, France. Although Pam had not planned to go - she was excited that I was. I made two memorial cards - one I left in the gardens in a city in the Netherlands and the other card in Paris., so I could share the trip with her in a way. The barge with the tugboat is very similar to the ones she worked on. The brilliant sunset was Her Facebook cover picture. The two on sand - one was done by me and the other one was done by a fellow find a grave member.
Pam died from complications after having open heart surgery. She is survived by her father Bob and stepmother Pat of St Louis, Mo, two children Melissa and David, a granddaughter Kaitlyn, her Aunts Polly and Judy and her cousin Sandy of Kentucky and many other cousins. Pam is also survived by two half brothers and four half sisters and two ex husbands. There is also an additional half brother and a half sister who are siblings from the marriage of her mother Florence to Charles Bradshaw Sr.
UPDATE - sadly her Aunt Judy died one month after Pam did. She passed away April 2014 in Benton, Ky.
She had numerous careers in her lifetime - but the one she enjoyed and loved the most was being a cook on the large tugboats moving the barges of goods and supplies up and down the mighty Mississippi River. She enjoyed that career for 10 years until she injuried her back and had to retire on disability. Pam learned to cook early in life and was a wonderful, creative cook.
While on the river- she cooked breakfast, lunch and dinner plus snacks for the crew of the tugboat. She would be on the river for 30 days and then be home for 30 days. She loved the town of Vicksburg and Natchez for the beautiful mansions that overlooked the river. On the tugboat Pam had her own little stateroom- small as it was , she did not have to share it with any other crew member. She talked about the river in nearly every conversation we had. If it wasn't for her back and then later her heart problems she would still be on the barge , cooking for her crew.
Her mother died when Pam was 16, shortly before her mother's passing she found out that her father was really her step dad. It was another 20+ years before she found out her biological father's name. He lives in St Louis and she was able to enjoy the rest of her life knowing her father, stepmother and her half siblings.
Pam was an Air Force brat and an Air Force wife. She lived in Illinois, Arizona and Kentucky.
Her life didn't turn out like she had thought it would, but she was a happy person. She had recently moved back to Benton, Ky to be closer to her family. Pam was excited to begin a new chapter in her life and was having a great time decorating her small apartment. She had good neighbors and enjoyed a cup of coffee every morning with her neighbor Jarvis and looking forward to warmer weather and sitting on the porch or under the massive shade tree in her front yard.
She was a good friend and I loved her dearly.
- A Parable of Immortality - by: Henry Van Dyke
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the ocean blue. She is an object of beauty and strength, and I stand and watch until at last she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says, "There she goes!" Gone where? Gone from my sight..that is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar, as she was when she left my side and just as able to bear her load of living freight to place of destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says, "There she goes!" There are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"
Ps. 116:15 - "Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints."
A very special thanks to Bill who sponsored this memorial. I truly appreciate this gesture.
Weep not for me though I am gone,
Into that gentle night.
Grieve if you will, but not for long,
Upon my soul's sweet flight.
I am at peace, my soul's at rest,
There is no need for tears.
For with your love I was so blessed
For all those many years.
There is no pain, I suffer not,
The fear now all is gone.
Put now these things out of your thoughts,
In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath,
Remember not the strife,
Please do not dwell upon my death,
But celebrate my life.
-Constance Jenkins
The pictures to the right. The pictures of her memorial card in the door of a crypt were taken in Montprasse cemetery in Paris, France. Although Pam had not planned to go - she was excited that I was. I made two memorial cards - one I left in the gardens in a city in the Netherlands and the other card in Paris., so I could share the trip with her in a way. The barge with the tugboat is very similar to the ones she worked on. The brilliant sunset was Her Facebook cover picture. The two on sand - one was done by me and the other one was done by a fellow find a grave member.
Pam died from complications after having open heart surgery. She is survived by her father Bob and stepmother Pat of St Louis, Mo, two children Melissa and David, a granddaughter Kaitlyn, her Aunts Polly and Judy and her cousin Sandy of Kentucky and many other cousins. Pam is also survived by two half brothers and four half sisters and two ex husbands. There is also an additional half brother and a half sister who are siblings from the marriage of her mother Florence to Charles Bradshaw Sr.
UPDATE - sadly her Aunt Judy died one month after Pam did. She passed away April 2014 in Benton, Ky.
She had numerous careers in her lifetime - but the one she enjoyed and loved the most was being a cook on the large tugboats moving the barges of goods and supplies up and down the mighty Mississippi River. She enjoyed that career for 10 years until she injuried her back and had to retire on disability. Pam learned to cook early in life and was a wonderful, creative cook.
While on the river- she cooked breakfast, lunch and dinner plus snacks for the crew of the tugboat. She would be on the river for 30 days and then be home for 30 days. She loved the town of Vicksburg and Natchez for the beautiful mansions that overlooked the river. On the tugboat Pam had her own little stateroom- small as it was , she did not have to share it with any other crew member. She talked about the river in nearly every conversation we had. If it wasn't for her back and then later her heart problems she would still be on the barge , cooking for her crew.
Her mother died when Pam was 16, shortly before her mother's passing she found out that her father was really her step dad. It was another 20+ years before she found out her biological father's name. He lives in St Louis and she was able to enjoy the rest of her life knowing her father, stepmother and her half siblings.
Pam was an Air Force brat and an Air Force wife. She lived in Illinois, Arizona and Kentucky.
Her life didn't turn out like she had thought it would, but she was a happy person. She had recently moved back to Benton, Ky to be closer to her family. Pam was excited to begin a new chapter in her life and was having a great time decorating her small apartment. She had good neighbors and enjoyed a cup of coffee every morning with her neighbor Jarvis and looking forward to warmer weather and sitting on the porch or under the massive shade tree in her front yard.
She was a good friend and I loved her dearly.
- A Parable of Immortality - by: Henry Van Dyke
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the ocean blue. She is an object of beauty and strength, and I stand and watch until at last she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says, "There she goes!" Gone where? Gone from my sight..that is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar, as she was when she left my side and just as able to bear her load of living freight to place of destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says, "There she goes!" There are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"
Ps. 116:15 - "Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints."
A very special thanks to Bill who sponsored this memorial. I truly appreciate this gesture.
Weep Not
Weep not for me though I am gone,
Into that gentle night.
Grieve if you will, but not for long,
Upon my soul's sweet flight.
I am at peace, my soul's at rest,
There is no need for tears.
For with your love I was so blessed
For all those many years.
There is no pain, I suffer not,
The fear now all is gone.
Put now these things out of your thoughts,
In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath,
Remember not the strife,
Please do not dwell upon my death,
But celebrate my life.
-Constance Jenkins
The pictures to the right. The pictures of her memorial card in the door of a crypt were taken in Montprasse cemetery in Paris, France. Although Pam had not planned to go - she was excited that I was. I made two memorial cards - one I left in the gardens in a city in the Netherlands and the other card in Paris., so I could share the trip with her in a way. The barge with the tugboat is very similar to the ones she worked on. The brilliant sunset was Her Facebook cover picture. The two on sand - one was done by me and the other one was done by a fellow find a grave member.
Pam died from complications after having open heart surgery. She is survived by her father Bob and stepmother Pat of St Louis, Mo, two children Melissa and David, a granddaughter Kaitlyn, her Aunts Polly and Judy and her cousin Sandy of Kentucky and many other cousins. Pam is also survived by two half brothers and four half sisters and two ex husbands. There is also an additional half brother and a half sister who are siblings from the marriage of her mother Florence to Charles Bradshaw Sr.
UPDATE - sadly her Aunt Judy died one month after Pam did. She passed away April 2014 in Benton, Ky.
She had numerous careers in her lifetime - but the one she enjoyed and loved the most was being a cook on the large tugboats moving the barges of goods and supplies up and down the mighty Mississippi River. She enjoyed that career for 10 years until she injuried her back and had to retire on disability. Pam learned to cook early in life and was a wonderful, creative cook.
While on the river- she cooked breakfast, lunch and dinner plus snacks for the crew of the tugboat. She would be on the river for 30 days and then be home for 30 days. She loved the town of Vicksburg and Natchez for the beautiful mansions that overlooked the river. On the tugboat Pam had her own little stateroom- small as it was , she did not have to share it with any other crew member. She talked about the river in nearly every conversation we had. If it wasn't for her back and then later her heart problems she would still be on the barge , cooking for her crew.
Her mother died when Pam was 16, shortly before her mother's passing she found out that her father was really her step dad. It was another 20+ years before she found out her biological father's name. He lives in St Louis and she was able to enjoy the rest of her life knowing her father, stepmother and her half siblings.
Pam was an Air Force brat and an Air Force wife. She lived in Illinois, Arizona and Kentucky.
Her life didn't turn out like she had thought it would, but she was a happy person. She had recently moved back to Benton, Ky to be closer to her family. Pam was excited to begin a new chapter in her life and was having a great time decorating her small apartment. She had good neighbors and enjoyed a cup of coffee every morning with her neighbor Jarvis and looking forward to warmer weather and sitting on the porch or under the massive shade tree in her front yard.
She was a good friend and I loved her dearly.
- A Parable of Immortality - by: Henry Van Dyke
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the ocean blue. She is an object of beauty and strength, and I stand and watch until at last she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says, "There she goes!" Gone where? Gone from my sight..that is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar, as she was when she left my side and just as able to bear her load of living freight to place of destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says, "There she goes!" There are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"
Ps. 116:15 - "Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints."
A very special thanks to Bill who sponsored this memorial. I truly appreciate this gesture.
Weep not for me though I am gone,
Into that gentle night.
Grieve if you will, but not for long,
Upon my soul's sweet flight.
I am at peace, my soul's at rest,
There is no need for tears.
For with your love I was so blessed
For all those many years.
There is no pain, I suffer not,
The fear now all is gone.
Put now these things out of your thoughts,
In your memory I live on.
Remember not my fight for breath,
Remember not the strife,
Please do not dwell upon my death,
But celebrate my life.
-Constance Jenkins
The pictures to the right. The pictures of her memorial card in the door of a crypt were taken in Montprasse cemetery in Paris, France. Although Pam had not planned to go - she was excited that I was. I made two memorial cards - one I left in the gardens in a city in the Netherlands and the other card in Paris., so I could share the trip with her in a way. The barge with the tugboat is very similar to the ones she worked on. The brilliant sunset was Her Facebook cover picture. The two on sand - one was done by me and the other one was done by a fellow find a grave member.
Pam died from complications after having open heart surgery. She is survived by her father Bob and stepmother Pat of St Louis, Mo, two children Melissa and David, a granddaughter Kaitlyn, her Aunts Polly and Judy and her cousin Sandy of Kentucky and many other cousins. Pam is also survived by two half brothers and four half sisters and two ex husbands. There is also an additional half brother and a half sister who are siblings from the marriage of her mother Florence to Charles Bradshaw Sr.
UPDATE - sadly her Aunt Judy died one month after Pam did. She passed away April 2014 in Benton, Ky.
She had numerous careers in her lifetime - but the one she enjoyed and loved the most was being a cook on the large tugboats moving the barges of goods and supplies up and down the mighty Mississippi River. She enjoyed that career for 10 years until she injuried her back and had to retire on disability. Pam learned to cook early in life and was a wonderful, creative cook.
While on the river- she cooked breakfast, lunch and dinner plus snacks for the crew of the tugboat. She would be on the river for 30 days and then be home for 30 days. She loved the town of Vicksburg and Natchez for the beautiful mansions that overlooked the river. On the tugboat Pam had her own little stateroom- small as it was , she did not have to share it with any other crew member. She talked about the river in nearly every conversation we had. If it wasn't for her back and then later her heart problems she would still be on the barge , cooking for her crew.
Her mother died when Pam was 16, shortly before her mother's passing she found out that her father was really her step dad. It was another 20+ years before she found out her biological father's name. He lives in St Louis and she was able to enjoy the rest of her life knowing her father, stepmother and her half siblings.
Pam was an Air Force brat and an Air Force wife. She lived in Illinois, Arizona and Kentucky.
Her life didn't turn out like she had thought it would, but she was a happy person. She had recently moved back to Benton, Ky to be closer to her family. Pam was excited to begin a new chapter in her life and was having a great time decorating her small apartment. She had good neighbors and enjoyed a cup of coffee every morning with her neighbor Jarvis and looking forward to warmer weather and sitting on the porch or under the massive shade tree in her front yard.
She was a good friend and I loved her dearly.
- A Parable of Immortality - by: Henry Van Dyke
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the ocean blue. She is an object of beauty and strength, and I stand and watch until at last she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says, "There she goes!" Gone where? Gone from my sight..that is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar, as she was when she left my side and just as able to bear her load of living freight to place of destination. Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone at my side says, "There she goes!" There are other eyes watching her coming and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"
Ps. 116:15 - "Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints."
A very special thanks to Bill who sponsored this memorial. I truly appreciate this gesture.
