Our dear sweet Lisa passed on Wed June 17th, 2015 after a 25 year battle with Anti-Phospho-Lipid Syndrome (APLS) - an auto-immune disease that causes her blood to clot leading to severe complications. She was a valiant fighter and won all the previous clotting episodes, but this time - it caused the heart too many problems to overcome.
Lisa crossed over peacefully, surrounded by loved ones who helped her every step of the way, as she climbed her last mountain before grabbing onto that cloud bound for the next adventure. No doubt she is embraced now by her beloved ancestors who have gone before, great aunts Ethel and Grace, Grammas Lillibridge and Fisher..........just to name a few. We remain behind this time, hopefully to be reunited one day, to give testimony and witness to a beautiful person and a wonderful life.
Lisa was strong yet compassionate, a natural born leader who would personally set the example and help guide one to the goal. She was a gifted athlete, always excelling at whatever activity she chose to engage in; swimming, softball, basketball, running, cycling, hiking, water skiing, and so many more. She loved a good olympic level tri-athlon. Steve- Lisa's brother, recalls that "as kids, we loved to run wild in our rural neighborhood, building forts, exploring the outdoors, making believe we were wild African animals on the savannah, just letting our imaginations take over and create our own little worlds! Lisa and I were natural allies our whole life- so close, we were sometimes able to convince people we were twins! I always felt her support no matter our proximity- and I know I will continue to. Of course, as adults our paths diverged, but no matter how much time went by between, our reconnections were always immediate and loving! We loved to talk and joke with everyone, recounting the hilarious times and enjoying a great laugh that left us rolling on the floor and crying! How lucky am I? "
How lucky and blessed are we all?
Lisa was so fortunate to have a great career in the field she loved- the natural environment that she was so passionate to protect and nurture. She rose to a very high level in the Forest Service, leaving a legacy of compassionate leadership and positive influence on areas she was responsible for. Here, she also met the love of her life, Margot; and they were able to form a beautiful, long lasting, lovingly fulfilled relationship that was an inspiration to behold! This brought another sister into our lives, and we are all so thankful to her for all those joyful experiences which we will cherish all of our days.
Lisa departed our lives way too early, but she accomplished so much, and was such a loving influence on us all, that we will keep her in our hearts forever. She will remain with us in spirit, a very strong and passionate spirit, and will help us through all the trying times. Lisa will be there every time we laugh, and play, and convene to celebrate the family we have built all together.
And so we will not say good-bye, but rather say, THANK YOU LISA, for everything you lovingly gave us by being in our lives.
Lisa Ann Fisher Memorial Scholarship Fund
In lieu of flowers and gifts, donations are still being accepted and greatly appreciated to a Scholarship at the University of Montana in Lisa's name. If you would like to donate, please go to the "Give" page of the College of Forestry and Conservation at the University of Montana Foundation at www.cfc.umt.edu/alumni/howtogive/default.php , fill out the amount of donation, credit card, etc and then write in comments section "to benefit the Lisa Ann Fisher memorial scholarship". Thank you so much to those who have sent contributions. The scholarship fund is now approaching $7,000.
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Feel free to add your memories of Lisa, and your wishes to her family and friends, to this memorial page- tributes, stories, photos, videos, music..........anything that you think Lisa would have liked. We have begun the page with some photos and music, and will be adding more things as well, so please come back whenever you want to see what else "LISA" has been up to!!
Thank you all so much for being part of Lisa's life and participating on this site!
Tributes
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Our time together was much, much too short & I understand. It doesn’t make me miss you any less.
Quote by Soren Kierkegaard:
“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must, be lived forward.
I’m doing my best to live forward…I’ve got my van, it’s been converted & I’m putting on the finishing touches. I’m looking forward to my first adventure with my new “pup.” I’m hoping to spend some time with your family, camping in March in So Cal. And we are planning a trip to Bridgeport.
All my love-Margot
Larry and I had to go to Edison California to repair a disc for Chuck Pfister at his 160 acre orange grove. Great trip up 395 and along to Tehapai (sp?) on route 85. You used to go on that route when you went to Bridgeport. We love you and miss you. Steve and Rich are in Arizona as they rented their RB&B.
Much love,
Dad
Larry and I went to Gonzaga Mexico to work on Chuck's back-hoe and spent an extra day hunting seashells and going swimming. Larry still has your knife with him all the time and we needed it to cut up some straps for a bed. We are all fine and remember you with love and all the good tiomes and trips we all had as a family.
Love,
Dad
Happy Birthday honey! This is Dad and just want to let you know all is well here and I have moved to a retirement home. It is in Dana Point where you and Margot used to do the Marathon races. I'm now 94 yrs. old but feeling fine and helping Steve and Larry with anything they need.
Love always,
Dad
You were the light of our life and will be forever missed..
Love you !
Mom and Dad
Love, Steve and Rich
With love and admiration for her contribution to our life and all she touched.
Dad & Mom
Mom & Dad
Steve and Rich
She faced and met amazing challenges throughout her too short life with enthusiasm and an always present smile. She will be missed.
Rest in peace sweet Lisa,
Dad & Mom
Lisa crossed over peacefully, surrounded by loved ones who helped her every step of the way, as she climbed her last mountain before grabbing onto that cloud bound for the next adventure. No doubt she is embraced now by our beloved ancestors who have gone before, great aunts Ethel and Grace, Grammas Lillibridge and Fisher.......... We remain behind this time, hopefully to be reunited one day, to give testimony and witness to a beautiful person and a wonderful life.
Lisa was strong yet compassionate, a natural born leader who would personally set the example and help guide one to the goal. She was a gifted athlete, always excelling at whatever activity she chose to engage in; swimming, softball, basketball, running, cycling, hiking, water skiing, and so many more. She loved a good olympic level tri-athlon.
As kids, we loved to run wild in our rural neighborhood, building forts, exploring the outdoors, making believe we were wild African animals on the savannah, just letting our imaginations take over and create our own little worlds! Lisa and I were natural allies our whole life- so close, we were sometimes able to convince people we were twins! I always felt her support no matter our proximity- and I know I will continue to. Of course, as adults our paths diverged, but no matter how much time went by between, our reconnections were always immediate and loving! We loved to talk and joke with everyone, recounting the hilarious times and enjoying a great laugh that left us rolling on the floor and crying! How lucky am I?
Lisa was so fortunate to have a great career in the field she loved- the natural environment that she was so passionate to protect and nurture. She rose to a very high level in the Forest Service, leaving a legacy of compassionate leadership and positive influence on areas she was responsible for. Here, she also met the love of her life, Margot; and they were able to form a beautiful, long lasting, lovingly fulfilled relationship that was an inspiration to behold! This brought another sister into our lives, and we are all so thankful to her for all those joyful experiences which we will cherish all of our days.
Lisa departed our lives way too early, but she accomplished so much, and was such a loving influence on us all, that we will keep her in our hearts forever. She will remain with us in spirit, a very strong and passionate spirit, and will help us through all the trying times. Lisa will be there every time we laugh, and play, and convene to celebrate the family we have built all together.
And so we will not say good-bye, but rather say, THANK YOU for everything you lovingly gave us by being in our lives- we will be with you again!
your loving brother,
Steven
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The Determined Athlete
Mom & Dad bought a boat around 1970, and we learned to water ski up at Big Bear Lake. Lisa would have been 11 or 12 at this time, and was a skinny but tall girl. She was very determined to get things right and compete with her older brothers. Dad knew how to ski, so he told us to “hold on to the rope, lean back, yell Hit It, and eventually we would pop up on to our skis on top of the water”. Sounded pretty simple.
The first time Lisa tried it, she was concentrating on holding on to the rope so much, that when when she yelled “Hit It” and the boat took off, it popped her right up but then flopped her forward with her skis behind, but she wouldn’t let go of the rope! Everybody was yelling “drop the rope, drop the rope”! eventually we had to just cut the engine to keep from dragging her all over the lake! Of course by the end of the week, she was skiing like it was a natural way to get around! Within the next few years, she became quite the slalom skier, carving beautiful turns side to side, jumping the wake with strength and balance while skimming across the water at 30mph.
One summer, when quite a few of our friends families were all out at Lake Mojave together with their boats, Lisa and I got this brilliant idea that we should try to get as many skiers up behind one boat as possible. We had started successfully with 3 skiers at once many times, so we decided to have 3 people start behind our boat, each with 3 ropes. Then we would get 3 other boats, each with 2 skiers, to chase us down and hand off their skier to our skiers extra rope!
It occurred to us that the last hand-offs would have to be the best skiers since they would really have to race to catch up, so of course Lisa volunteered to go last on the fastest boat- she must have been doing 40+ mph on the water. In the end, we did successfully hand off all the ropes to 9 skiers! By this time, there was a whole parade of boats following along to see what we were up to- it was quite the scene! We decided that was a “Lake Record” and it probably still holds today.
Lisa loved a challenge and generally accomplished what she set her mind to.
The Future is glimpsed!
Lisa had some real aptitudes early on that shaped her chosen career as an adult.
We kids were on our own one night in our early teens while Mom & Dad were out with friends. Lisa and I were playing a game or something in the back of the house when Larry decided to make some tacos for dinner. He put some oil in a frying pan to cook the tortilla shells in and turned the burner on high. Well about this time, he got a call from a friend down the street to come on over for a few minutes, so he left.
After a while, Lisa and I heard a whoosing!, popping! sound from down the hall, so we looked out to see what was going on and we saw this flickering bright light from the kitchen, and began to smell smoke! We ran down the hall and found the stove was on fire and flames were leaping up the ceiling and the kitchen was filling up with black smoke!!
At first we ran out the front door to call the fire department from the neighbors house, but then Lisa shouted “ there isn’t time! I’m going back in” and before I knew it she was back in the kitchen, grabbing a large half full jar of pickles that happened to be sitting on the counter. She quickly filled it up with water, and then expertly heaved the contents right onto the base of the flames!! Well amazingly, this did put out the fire, and after some of the smoke cleared it was evident that the ceiling had not caught on fire, but a few minutes more burning and it sure would have!
Pretty soon Larry came back home and we all set about trying to clean up as much smoke and soot from the walls and ceilings as we could before the “parents” got home. In the end everything was rescued, mostly due to Lisa’s quick thinking and action.
So it did not surprise us that she got in to fire fighting during her career with the Forest Service, she seemed to have a natural understanding of what to do with fire; not to mention she kinda liked being the hero! Thank Goodness!
Lisa, and Margo both, are like the big sisters I never had… when Lisa passed, Margot asked that I write something to honor her, similar to tributes I’d written for other friends and family who had passed in the last year. Easy, it seemed - I write, it's what I do, it's who I am, a gift I could give, a friendship and a service I could offer.
Except this was different.
Margot didn't ask for an obituary notice, a brief but detailed sketch of a life, to be posted in the newspaper, to be read by friends or strangers who may have known one small aspect of our love-one’s life, but not the whole picture. I knew that Margot needed more. She did not actually ask, but what Margot needed was a public love letter, from her to her partner and lover and friend; she needed all those feelings for Lisa, looped and knitted inexorably into the very fabric of the person she is, to be laundered, pressed and ironed, lovingly mounted and framed and preserved, in such a way as they’d be forever real; as though a proper recounting of those feeling might, in some tangible way, bring Lisa back. Margot asked that I describe, to her absent Lisa, the day-to-day realities of life without her, and to communicate to Lisa, in memorium, in requiem, just how much she was and is loved, and missed.
She asked that I paint a chronological picture of the whole person Lisa was; descriptions of Lisa, the girl who threw her little tricycle over a wall because she wanted a proper bike like her brothers. Of Lisa the child who broke her arm and didn't tell anyone for two days, of Lisa the competitor who excelled, academically, athletically, as student and coworker and supervisor, as manager and partner and friend. Of the passionate Lisa, exhibition waterskiing, and playing basketball on scholarship for the U of M; of the driven Lisa, making her living delivering pizzas and hiking herself to exhilarated exhaustion in the backcountry of the Bob Marshall wilderness; the Lisa fighting fires and earning a Marine Corps challenge coin and the respect of the Jarheads who presented it to her; Lisa fishing the Everglades, and finishing top of her class at FLETC, and camping and cutting cordwood, and crabbing off the Oregon coast… ultimately, the Lisa with whom she had stood under a sacred tree, and promised herself to, for life…
…And it was too much for me. I knew Lisa a short time - her energy, her confidence and presence, her leadership and service, her laughter and comically yet fittingly innocent way of swearing, and so each time I sat down to write this tribute, I confess that I balked, and hesitated; I procrastinated, because I felt that anything I wrote, short of an exhaustive biography, couldn’t possibly convey about Lisa the true, full, depth of feeling and longing and loss that she, and Margot, deserve. Anything I wrote would be simply a long, ever-growing list of facts, that would fall far short of communicating to the world what our friend Lisa is, and was, and what my friend Margot needed and wanted and deserved to hear, about her partner in life.
So this is what I was able to come up with; this is my tribute. Friends and family who knew and loved Lisa more, and longer, than I, have been writing on the Forever Missed website for weeks now, and the stories they tell, the memories they share, they are what paints the faint and impressionistic picture of Lisa; they are the broken, pointilized tiles that viewed together, and from a distance, make up the mosaic of who she was, for us, to each other, and to the world, who knew her only a little or not at all. Helen Keller once wrote of loss, “I do not want the peace which passeth understanding, I want the understanding which bringeth peace”. While that sentiment may, under less trying circumstances, seem not a little sacreligious, I think under these circumstances, God is big enough to allow our questions, and our puzzled efforts to make sense of this loss. Everything I or anyone else writes is exactly that; trying to find peace, and trying to understand why our friend, our sister, our daughter, our lover, our partner, had to leave. And so instead, I close with this; I am thankful, for Lisa's friendship, and for having known her, for as Thornton Wilder said, "The greatest tribute to the dead is not grief, but gratitude."
So thank you, Lisa.
Glenville Kedie
September 2015.