Lisa Mader Putnam died after a long battle with cancer at age 44. Lisa has three beautiful daughters who are carrying on her legacy of courage and humor. She is remembered for many things, not the least of which were her twisted sense of humor and her exquisite singing voice.
Lisa lived in rural Wisconsin, and at various times had chickens, goats, dogs and horses. She had a pony called "Gumby", so-named because he was old and had no teeth. She called me one day to tell me Gumby had followed her into her house. Yeah. Oh, he was in her house all right--but I suspect he didn't just follow her in through the front door!
Lisa faced her cancer with incredible courage. She requested that some of her ashes go to each of her daughters. During a memorial ceremony on the green bluffs overlooking the Mississippi River, her precocious 6 year old grandson noticed that his grandma's ashes were being given to her daughters in tiny crystal bottles, on a tray. He loudly insisted that he be given an "ash tray", too. Lisa's spirit lives on! As she was dying, she suggested we post a notice at the local convenience store to sell tickets to "the show". She named a tumor she had "Timmy". Lisa promised to come back as a poltergeist and throw Tupperware around our kitchens. She kept her word.
We miss Lisa, but she is not far away. At family gatherings, it's clear she hasn't left. One of her daughters will display the same sharp, warped sense of humor, and we all laugh: "Lisa isn't gone!"
Lisa lived in rural Wisconsin, and at various times had chickens, goats, dogs and horses. She had a pony called "Gumby", so-named because he was old and had no teeth. She called me one day to tell me Gumby had followed her into her house. Yeah. Oh, he was in her house all right--but I suspect he didn't just follow her in through the front door!
Lisa faced her cancer with incredible courage. She requested that some of her ashes go to each of her daughters. During a memorial ceremony on the green bluffs overlooking the Mississippi River, her precocious 6 year old grandson noticed that his grandma's ashes were being given to her daughters in tiny crystal bottles, on a tray. He loudly insisted that he be given an "ash tray", too. Lisa's spirit lives on! As she was dying, she suggested we post a notice at the local convenience store to sell tickets to "the show". She named a tumor she had "Timmy". Lisa promised to come back as a poltergeist and throw Tupperware around our kitchens. She kept her word.
We miss Lisa, but she is not far away. At family gatherings, it's clear she hasn't left. One of her daughters will display the same sharp, warped sense of humor, and we all laugh: "Lisa isn't gone!"
Lisa Mader Putnam died after a long battle with cancer at age 44. Lisa has three beautiful daughters who are carrying on her legacy of courage and humor. She is remembered for many things, not the least of which were her twisted sense of humor and her exquisite singing voice.
Lisa lived in rural Wisconsin, and at various times had chickens, goats, dogs and horses. She had a pony called "Gumby", so-named because he was old and had no teeth. She called me one day to tell me Gumby had followed her into her house. Yeah. Oh, he was in her house all right--but I suspect he didn't just follow her in through the front door!
Lisa faced her cancer with incredible courage. She requested that some of her ashes go to each of her daughters. During a memorial ceremony on the green bluffs overlooking the Mississippi River, her precocious 6 year old grandson noticed that his grandma's ashes were being given to her daughters in tiny crystal bottles, on a tray. He loudly insisted that he be given an "ash tray", too. Lisa's spirit lives on! As she was dying, she suggested we post a notice at the local convenience store to sell tickets to "the show". She named a tumor she had "Timmy". Lisa promised to come back as a poltergeist and throw Tupperware around our kitchens. She kept her word.
We miss Lisa, but she is not far away. At family gatherings, it's clear she hasn't left. One of her daughters will display the same sharp, warped sense of humor, and we all laugh: "Lisa isn't gone!"
Lisa lived in rural Wisconsin, and at various times had chickens, goats, dogs and horses. She had a pony called "Gumby", so-named because he was old and had no teeth. She called me one day to tell me Gumby had followed her into her house. Yeah. Oh, he was in her house all right--but I suspect he didn't just follow her in through the front door!
Lisa faced her cancer with incredible courage. She requested that some of her ashes go to each of her daughters. During a memorial ceremony on the green bluffs overlooking the Mississippi River, her precocious 6 year old grandson noticed that his grandma's ashes were being given to her daughters in tiny crystal bottles, on a tray. He loudly insisted that he be given an "ash tray", too. Lisa's spirit lives on! As she was dying, she suggested we post a notice at the local convenience store to sell tickets to "the show". She named a tumor she had "Timmy". Lisa promised to come back as a poltergeist and throw Tupperware around our kitchens. She kept her word.
We miss Lisa, but she is not far away. At family gatherings, it's clear she hasn't left. One of her daughters will display the same sharp, warped sense of humor, and we all laugh: "Lisa isn't gone!"
