Memorial information updated April, 2020
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"How sad and mad and bad it was, but then, how it was sweet." - Robert Browning
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PLEASE NOTE: This is NOT a pre-need memorial; l am simply keeping some of the statistics off this page at Lea's request. This is a family that triggers others trying to find causes of death, etc. - l recently was informed that a stillborn child was being searched for on the 'find anyone' sites, and I find this not only personally distressing but without any humane reasoning, whatsoever. Especially in the case of Lea, she never sought to be in the public eye nor in the middle of a gossip go round, and l ask that she be allowed tender mercies. Thank You.
Now, where were we?
My sister was so talented in so many areas, it goes beyond stating that she had hobbies - if she was interested in something, she studied it, turned it inside and upside down to understand every iota of information about it...And the end results were always proof of that determination to do anything and everything perfectly. Lea worked three jobs at a time not only to pay her own bills, but to pull our parents out of some soap opera going on time and time again...l remember the first time that l witnessed her giving Mom and Dad her waitress tips to help with household matters. Lea was fourteen and announced, "Put this toward the rent." My dad looked up and asked, " Wait...we gotta pay that AGAIN? "
Lea could sew, paint, write - she knew every single classic movie that you can name, long before the web and instant information. Just as my mother is the reason that l understood classical music by the age of ten or so, my sister was the reason that l knew all the inside gossip on the making of Gone With The Wind, The Wizard of Oz and other films. We watched Sunset Blvd together and during commercial breaks - this was before home video - l was schooled in the life stories of William Holden and Gloria Swanson. Lea told me to make it a point to watch "Of Mice and Men" because it would make me want to own a copy of the book forever - and it did -, she and I had a Brando vs. Dean back and forth for a couple of years, until we reached mid teens and realized that Mr. Steve McQueen should be at the top of the list, lol. I watch movies at home now, and often want to turn and ask my big sister, "So what do you think their Oscar chances are?"
Lea also was a wonderful photographer, and it's hard to believe but my parents actually missed a few back roads here and there, in the U.S.; Lea remedied that oversight by us loading the car for a roadtrip, and we'd roam the blue lines of the state we were living in at that moment, taking shots of farmers, fields and old dogs out on their porches. She took a photo of me standing beside the cop who'd pulled us over wondering what the two gals in the zippy blue car were up to in a population 120 town; when he realized that it wasn't anything nefarious, he directed us to an abandoned church and a few old graves. Fascinating Saturday afternoon, and l still remember it.
And I just remembered that she had a pet lizard named Kojak! I had completely forgotten the sight of her walking around with that lizard on her shoulder, and once bringing it to the dinner table. In our family, that was NOT the strangest thing brought to supper, and nobody said a word, lol.
Lea was ill for the majority of her adult life; she fought and fought, and fought. I wonder whether if she had had a clear diagnosis and help sooner her time here wouldn't have been such a swirling in the storm...but what remains most important is that, just like Steve McQueen announced that he was going after his cancer and taking names, Lea fought. I can only hope that l have some of her courage when my own struggles kick up.
This is an incomplete memorial at this time. Photos and more detail will be added soon - many of Lea's photos are pending, as l have just received photo albums following a ten year search and repair is needed to the majority of the items. What l would like to note for now is that Lea was an absolutely brilliant woman, a hard worker and a fighter who bravely battled a lifelong disease. She is loved and missed, and those who never met Lea are poorer for it.
Lea specifically spoke with me in her last days, asking that while she would like to be included on record banks such as this website, she would also appreciate some things remaining private. I personally believe that her requests had a great deal to do with previous issues of family members allowing TMI in the wind about an individual's medical care, surgeries and so forth.
Please DO NOT add photos to this memorial without my permission. I have specific photos being repaired at this time.
Lastly, in the words of her favorite singer Tom Petty - you believe what you wanna believe - I know what l believe, and l just want to note - Bo, there's a Monroe marathon on over the weekend...Come on over and pull up a chair.
I'VE CRIED ALL DAY ABOUT TOM PETTY
Not the poor people in Las Vegas
Because I'm shallow
Not the starving kids in Africa
I've cried all day about Tom Petty
And I know that I should care about the
Storm victims in far too many places and
The California fires are not that far from my own
Front door
I know that most won't understand but right now
Tom Petty's just breaking my heart in
Two
I don't think that I can stand much more of this
Because my sister loved Tom Petty
She had glitter in her hair
And we drove her convertible up and down the
Backroads with music in the summer air
And she was young and tall and
Beautiful
She was leather and perfume and bangle bracelets
She gave me my first pair of
Raybans
We talked about our brother whom we'd lose that
Year
She said I promise I won't end that way
And she reached out and held my hand
I believed her
I believed her
So I've been crying all day about Tom Petty
I know I'm thoughtless oh I'm shallow
But my sister played him on endless loop that
Last summer in Wisconsin
The corn was golden
Things were fine
Once I had a sister who had glitter in her
Hair
She was beautiful the sun was shining and
Tom Petty climbed the
Air
copyright 2017 Rhonda C. Poynter All Rights Reserved - also on copyrighted website
ELEGY
for Bo
(Do you remember when we'd walk home from school in Chicago, but really with no place to go?)
You will never have to be unsure, again
Whether you have somewhere safe to land:
I'll take you back to Wales and set you down in
Blooms, among
Our people and old friends -
You will never have to be unsure, again
Just what this was all about
And why you went through what you did, and
What you went
Without -
I'll take you back to Wales and set you down in
Blooms beneath the trees.
I'll make certain that you're able to
Look out across the sea
And that the moon will be yours, nightly.
You'll rest in gentle sleep:
And across the Celtic, I'll close my eyes and
Rest, as well in knowing that you're
Home. You're free.
- Rhonda C. Poynter all rights reserved
"...the Lord shall be your everlasting light, and your God will be your glory." Isaiah 60:90
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"How sad and mad and bad it was, but then, how it was sweet." - Robert Browning
დდ♥═══════ ♥ღ♥ღღ❤ღღ♥ღ♥ ═══════♥დდ
PLEASE NOTE: This is NOT a pre-need memorial; l am simply keeping some of the statistics off this page at Lea's request. This is a family that triggers others trying to find causes of death, etc. - l recently was informed that a stillborn child was being searched for on the 'find anyone' sites, and I find this not only personally distressing but without any humane reasoning, whatsoever. Especially in the case of Lea, she never sought to be in the public eye nor in the middle of a gossip go round, and l ask that she be allowed tender mercies. Thank You.
Now, where were we?
My sister was so talented in so many areas, it goes beyond stating that she had hobbies - if she was interested in something, she studied it, turned it inside and upside down to understand every iota of information about it...And the end results were always proof of that determination to do anything and everything perfectly. Lea worked three jobs at a time not only to pay her own bills, but to pull our parents out of some soap opera going on time and time again...l remember the first time that l witnessed her giving Mom and Dad her waitress tips to help with household matters. Lea was fourteen and announced, "Put this toward the rent." My dad looked up and asked, " Wait...we gotta pay that AGAIN? "
Lea could sew, paint, write - she knew every single classic movie that you can name, long before the web and instant information. Just as my mother is the reason that l understood classical music by the age of ten or so, my sister was the reason that l knew all the inside gossip on the making of Gone With The Wind, The Wizard of Oz and other films. We watched Sunset Blvd together and during commercial breaks - this was before home video - l was schooled in the life stories of William Holden and Gloria Swanson. Lea told me to make it a point to watch "Of Mice and Men" because it would make me want to own a copy of the book forever - and it did -, she and I had a Brando vs. Dean back and forth for a couple of years, until we reached mid teens and realized that Mr. Steve McQueen should be at the top of the list, lol. I watch movies at home now, and often want to turn and ask my big sister, "So what do you think their Oscar chances are?"
Lea also was a wonderful photographer, and it's hard to believe but my parents actually missed a few back roads here and there, in the U.S.; Lea remedied that oversight by us loading the car for a roadtrip, and we'd roam the blue lines of the state we were living in at that moment, taking shots of farmers, fields and old dogs out on their porches. She took a photo of me standing beside the cop who'd pulled us over wondering what the two gals in the zippy blue car were up to in a population 120 town; when he realized that it wasn't anything nefarious, he directed us to an abandoned church and a few old graves. Fascinating Saturday afternoon, and l still remember it.
And I just remembered that she had a pet lizard named Kojak! I had completely forgotten the sight of her walking around with that lizard on her shoulder, and once bringing it to the dinner table. In our family, that was NOT the strangest thing brought to supper, and nobody said a word, lol.
Lea was ill for the majority of her adult life; she fought and fought, and fought. I wonder whether if she had had a clear diagnosis and help sooner her time here wouldn't have been such a swirling in the storm...but what remains most important is that, just like Steve McQueen announced that he was going after his cancer and taking names, Lea fought. I can only hope that l have some of her courage when my own struggles kick up.
This is an incomplete memorial at this time. Photos and more detail will be added soon - many of Lea's photos are pending, as l have just received photo albums following a ten year search and repair is needed to the majority of the items. What l would like to note for now is that Lea was an absolutely brilliant woman, a hard worker and a fighter who bravely battled a lifelong disease. She is loved and missed, and those who never met Lea are poorer for it.
Lea specifically spoke with me in her last days, asking that while she would like to be included on record banks such as this website, she would also appreciate some things remaining private. I personally believe that her requests had a great deal to do with previous issues of family members allowing TMI in the wind about an individual's medical care, surgeries and so forth.
Please DO NOT add photos to this memorial without my permission. I have specific photos being repaired at this time.
Lastly, in the words of her favorite singer Tom Petty - you believe what you wanna believe - I know what l believe, and l just want to note - Bo, there's a Monroe marathon on over the weekend...Come on over and pull up a chair.
I'VE CRIED ALL DAY ABOUT TOM PETTY
Not the poor people in Las Vegas
Because I'm shallow
Not the starving kids in Africa
I've cried all day about Tom Petty
And I know that I should care about the
Storm victims in far too many places and
The California fires are not that far from my own
Front door
I know that most won't understand but right now
Tom Petty's just breaking my heart in
Two
I don't think that I can stand much more of this
Because my sister loved Tom Petty
She had glitter in her hair
And we drove her convertible up and down the
Backroads with music in the summer air
And she was young and tall and
Beautiful
She was leather and perfume and bangle bracelets
She gave me my first pair of
Raybans
We talked about our brother whom we'd lose that
Year
She said I promise I won't end that way
And she reached out and held my hand
I believed her
I believed her
So I've been crying all day about Tom Petty
I know I'm thoughtless oh I'm shallow
But my sister played him on endless loop that
Last summer in Wisconsin
The corn was golden
Things were fine
Once I had a sister who had glitter in her
Hair
She was beautiful the sun was shining and
Tom Petty climbed the
Air
copyright 2017 Rhonda C. Poynter All Rights Reserved - also on copyrighted website
ELEGY
for Bo
(Do you remember when we'd walk home from school in Chicago, but really with no place to go?)
You will never have to be unsure, again
Whether you have somewhere safe to land:
I'll take you back to Wales and set you down in
Blooms, among
Our people and old friends -
You will never have to be unsure, again
Just what this was all about
And why you went through what you did, and
What you went
Without -
I'll take you back to Wales and set you down in
Blooms beneath the trees.
I'll make certain that you're able to
Look out across the sea
And that the moon will be yours, nightly.
You'll rest in gentle sleep:
And across the Celtic, I'll close my eyes and
Rest, as well in knowing that you're
Home. You're free.
- Rhonda C. Poynter all rights reserved
"...the Lord shall be your everlasting light, and your God will be your glory." Isaiah 60:90
Memorial information updated April, 2020
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"How sad and mad and bad it was, but then, how it was sweet." - Robert Browning
დდ♥═══════ ♥ღ♥ღღ❤ღღ♥ღ♥ ═══════♥დდ
PLEASE NOTE: This is NOT a pre-need memorial; l am simply keeping some of the statistics off this page at Lea's request. This is a family that triggers others trying to find causes of death, etc. - l recently was informed that a stillborn child was being searched for on the 'find anyone' sites, and I find this not only personally distressing but without any humane reasoning, whatsoever. Especially in the case of Lea, she never sought to be in the public eye nor in the middle of a gossip go round, and l ask that she be allowed tender mercies. Thank You.
Now, where were we?
My sister was so talented in so many areas, it goes beyond stating that she had hobbies - if she was interested in something, she studied it, turned it inside and upside down to understand every iota of information about it...And the end results were always proof of that determination to do anything and everything perfectly. Lea worked three jobs at a time not only to pay her own bills, but to pull our parents out of some soap opera going on time and time again...l remember the first time that l witnessed her giving Mom and Dad her waitress tips to help with household matters. Lea was fourteen and announced, "Put this toward the rent." My dad looked up and asked, " Wait...we gotta pay that AGAIN? "
Lea could sew, paint, write - she knew every single classic movie that you can name, long before the web and instant information. Just as my mother is the reason that l understood classical music by the age of ten or so, my sister was the reason that l knew all the inside gossip on the making of Gone With The Wind, The Wizard of Oz and other films. We watched Sunset Blvd together and during commercial breaks - this was before home video - l was schooled in the life stories of William Holden and Gloria Swanson. Lea told me to make it a point to watch "Of Mice and Men" because it would make me want to own a copy of the book forever - and it did -, she and I had a Brando vs. Dean back and forth for a couple of years, until we reached mid teens and realized that Mr. Steve McQueen should be at the top of the list, lol. I watch movies at home now, and often want to turn and ask my big sister, "So what do you think their Oscar chances are?"
Lea also was a wonderful photographer, and it's hard to believe but my parents actually missed a few back roads here and there, in the U.S.; Lea remedied that oversight by us loading the car for a roadtrip, and we'd roam the blue lines of the state we were living in at that moment, taking shots of farmers, fields and old dogs out on their porches. She took a photo of me standing beside the cop who'd pulled us over wondering what the two gals in the zippy blue car were up to in a population 120 town; when he realized that it wasn't anything nefarious, he directed us to an abandoned church and a few old graves. Fascinating Saturday afternoon, and l still remember it.
And I just remembered that she had a pet lizard named Kojak! I had completely forgotten the sight of her walking around with that lizard on her shoulder, and once bringing it to the dinner table. In our family, that was NOT the strangest thing brought to supper, and nobody said a word, lol.
Lea was ill for the majority of her adult life; she fought and fought, and fought. I wonder whether if she had had a clear diagnosis and help sooner her time here wouldn't have been such a swirling in the storm...but what remains most important is that, just like Steve McQueen announced that he was going after his cancer and taking names, Lea fought. I can only hope that l have some of her courage when my own struggles kick up.
This is an incomplete memorial at this time. Photos and more detail will be added soon - many of Lea's photos are pending, as l have just received photo albums following a ten year search and repair is needed to the majority of the items. What l would like to note for now is that Lea was an absolutely brilliant woman, a hard worker and a fighter who bravely battled a lifelong disease. She is loved and missed, and those who never met Lea are poorer for it.
Lea specifically spoke with me in her last days, asking that while she would like to be included on record banks such as this website, she would also appreciate some things remaining private. I personally believe that her requests had a great deal to do with previous issues of family members allowing TMI in the wind about an individual's medical care, surgeries and so forth.
Please DO NOT add photos to this memorial without my permission. I have specific photos being repaired at this time.
Lastly, in the words of her favorite singer Tom Petty - you believe what you wanna believe - I know what l believe, and l just want to note - Bo, there's a Monroe marathon on over the weekend...Come on over and pull up a chair.
I'VE CRIED ALL DAY ABOUT TOM PETTY
Not the poor people in Las Vegas
Because I'm shallow
Not the starving kids in Africa
I've cried all day about Tom Petty
And I know that I should care about the
Storm victims in far too many places and
The California fires are not that far from my own
Front door
I know that most won't understand but right now
Tom Petty's just breaking my heart in
Two
I don't think that I can stand much more of this
Because my sister loved Tom Petty
She had glitter in her hair
And we drove her convertible up and down the
Backroads with music in the summer air
And she was young and tall and
Beautiful
She was leather and perfume and bangle bracelets
She gave me my first pair of
Raybans
We talked about our brother whom we'd lose that
Year
She said I promise I won't end that way
And she reached out and held my hand
I believed her
I believed her
So I've been crying all day about Tom Petty
I know I'm thoughtless oh I'm shallow
But my sister played him on endless loop that
Last summer in Wisconsin
The corn was golden
Things were fine
Once I had a sister who had glitter in her
Hair
She was beautiful the sun was shining and
Tom Petty climbed the
Air
copyright 2017 Rhonda C. Poynter All Rights Reserved - also on copyrighted website
ELEGY
for Bo
(Do you remember when we'd walk home from school in Chicago, but really with no place to go?)
You will never have to be unsure, again
Whether you have somewhere safe to land:
I'll take you back to Wales and set you down in
Blooms, among
Our people and old friends -
You will never have to be unsure, again
Just what this was all about
And why you went through what you did, and
What you went
Without -
I'll take you back to Wales and set you down in
Blooms beneath the trees.
I'll make certain that you're able to
Look out across the sea
And that the moon will be yours, nightly.
You'll rest in gentle sleep:
And across the Celtic, I'll close my eyes and
Rest, as well in knowing that you're
Home. You're free.
- Rhonda C. Poynter all rights reserved
"...the Lord shall be your everlasting light, and your God will be your glory." Isaiah 60:90
დდ♥══════ ♥ღ♥ღღ❤ღღ♥ღ♥ ═══════♥დდ
"How sad and mad and bad it was, but then, how it was sweet." - Robert Browning
დდ♥═══════ ♥ღ♥ღღ❤ღღ♥ღ♥ ═══════♥დდ
PLEASE NOTE: This is NOT a pre-need memorial; l am simply keeping some of the statistics off this page at Lea's request. This is a family that triggers others trying to find causes of death, etc. - l recently was informed that a stillborn child was being searched for on the 'find anyone' sites, and I find this not only personally distressing but without any humane reasoning, whatsoever. Especially in the case of Lea, she never sought to be in the public eye nor in the middle of a gossip go round, and l ask that she be allowed tender mercies. Thank You.
Now, where were we?
My sister was so talented in so many areas, it goes beyond stating that she had hobbies - if she was interested in something, she studied it, turned it inside and upside down to understand every iota of information about it...And the end results were always proof of that determination to do anything and everything perfectly. Lea worked three jobs at a time not only to pay her own bills, but to pull our parents out of some soap opera going on time and time again...l remember the first time that l witnessed her giving Mom and Dad her waitress tips to help with household matters. Lea was fourteen and announced, "Put this toward the rent." My dad looked up and asked, " Wait...we gotta pay that AGAIN? "
Lea could sew, paint, write - she knew every single classic movie that you can name, long before the web and instant information. Just as my mother is the reason that l understood classical music by the age of ten or so, my sister was the reason that l knew all the inside gossip on the making of Gone With The Wind, The Wizard of Oz and other films. We watched Sunset Blvd together and during commercial breaks - this was before home video - l was schooled in the life stories of William Holden and Gloria Swanson. Lea told me to make it a point to watch "Of Mice and Men" because it would make me want to own a copy of the book forever - and it did -, she and I had a Brando vs. Dean back and forth for a couple of years, until we reached mid teens and realized that Mr. Steve McQueen should be at the top of the list, lol. I watch movies at home now, and often want to turn and ask my big sister, "So what do you think their Oscar chances are?"
Lea also was a wonderful photographer, and it's hard to believe but my parents actually missed a few back roads here and there, in the U.S.; Lea remedied that oversight by us loading the car for a roadtrip, and we'd roam the blue lines of the state we were living in at that moment, taking shots of farmers, fields and old dogs out on their porches. She took a photo of me standing beside the cop who'd pulled us over wondering what the two gals in the zippy blue car were up to in a population 120 town; when he realized that it wasn't anything nefarious, he directed us to an abandoned church and a few old graves. Fascinating Saturday afternoon, and l still remember it.
And I just remembered that she had a pet lizard named Kojak! I had completely forgotten the sight of her walking around with that lizard on her shoulder, and once bringing it to the dinner table. In our family, that was NOT the strangest thing brought to supper, and nobody said a word, lol.
Lea was ill for the majority of her adult life; she fought and fought, and fought. I wonder whether if she had had a clear diagnosis and help sooner her time here wouldn't have been such a swirling in the storm...but what remains most important is that, just like Steve McQueen announced that he was going after his cancer and taking names, Lea fought. I can only hope that l have some of her courage when my own struggles kick up.
This is an incomplete memorial at this time. Photos and more detail will be added soon - many of Lea's photos are pending, as l have just received photo albums following a ten year search and repair is needed to the majority of the items. What l would like to note for now is that Lea was an absolutely brilliant woman, a hard worker and a fighter who bravely battled a lifelong disease. She is loved and missed, and those who never met Lea are poorer for it.
Lea specifically spoke with me in her last days, asking that while she would like to be included on record banks such as this website, she would also appreciate some things remaining private. I personally believe that her requests had a great deal to do with previous issues of family members allowing TMI in the wind about an individual's medical care, surgeries and so forth.
Please DO NOT add photos to this memorial without my permission. I have specific photos being repaired at this time.
Lastly, in the words of her favorite singer Tom Petty - you believe what you wanna believe - I know what l believe, and l just want to note - Bo, there's a Monroe marathon on over the weekend...Come on over and pull up a chair.
I'VE CRIED ALL DAY ABOUT TOM PETTY
Not the poor people in Las Vegas
Because I'm shallow
Not the starving kids in Africa
I've cried all day about Tom Petty
And I know that I should care about the
Storm victims in far too many places and
The California fires are not that far from my own
Front door
I know that most won't understand but right now
Tom Petty's just breaking my heart in
Two
I don't think that I can stand much more of this
Because my sister loved Tom Petty
She had glitter in her hair
And we drove her convertible up and down the
Backroads with music in the summer air
And she was young and tall and
Beautiful
She was leather and perfume and bangle bracelets
She gave me my first pair of
Raybans
We talked about our brother whom we'd lose that
Year
She said I promise I won't end that way
And she reached out and held my hand
I believed her
I believed her
So I've been crying all day about Tom Petty
I know I'm thoughtless oh I'm shallow
But my sister played him on endless loop that
Last summer in Wisconsin
The corn was golden
Things were fine
Once I had a sister who had glitter in her
Hair
She was beautiful the sun was shining and
Tom Petty climbed the
Air
copyright 2017 Rhonda C. Poynter All Rights Reserved - also on copyrighted website
ELEGY
for Bo
(Do you remember when we'd walk home from school in Chicago, but really with no place to go?)
You will never have to be unsure, again
Whether you have somewhere safe to land:
I'll take you back to Wales and set you down in
Blooms, among
Our people and old friends -
You will never have to be unsure, again
Just what this was all about
And why you went through what you did, and
What you went
Without -
I'll take you back to Wales and set you down in
Blooms beneath the trees.
I'll make certain that you're able to
Look out across the sea
And that the moon will be yours, nightly.
You'll rest in gentle sleep:
And across the Celtic, I'll close my eyes and
Rest, as well in knowing that you're
Home. You're free.
- Rhonda C. Poynter all rights reserved
"...the Lord shall be your everlasting light, and your God will be your glory." Isaiah 60:90
