This memorial website was created in memory of our Mother, Ginger Smith, 62, born on October 6, 1953 and passed away on December 4, 2015. Mom fought a long battle with CHF starting in December of 2012. She had a massive heart attack that led her to have a very low heart function, 5%. She kept getting sick and then went through the process of seeing if she'd qualify for transplant. But before that process was completed she eventually needed to have the L-Vad implanted. She had the L-Vad put in on October 22, 2014, and from that point on she was in and out of the hospital for what seemed like every week. She had every complication you could think of from failing kidneys, stroke, internal bleeding, and etc... My Mom was so tired of hurting and fighting so hard that she decided to stop dialisis and turn her l-Vad pump off. She joined our Grandparents in Heaven on December 4, 2015. She will be missed dearly and definitely never forgotten!!!! We love you Mommy!!!
Being the manager of an apartment complex in Weatherford, Oklahoma at University Park Apartments, mom had plenty of stories. Here is one of my favorites. She had just been walking the property for whatever reason like she had done a million and one times. She knew that property like the back of her hand but this time something caught her off guard. It was a giant hole and she fell in. Thankfully she had the wireless office phone in her pocket. She took it out of her pocket and called a friend. When her friend answered, Mom said, "Help! I've fallen and I can't get up! She was an amazing story teller and I loved her sense of humor. :)
Mom came to Lawton to pick Garret up for the weekend. As they were stopped at the toll booth on the Kilpatrick Turnpike to pay the toll, Garret hollered out the window to the person working the toll booth, "I want chicken and french fries please."
My Mom had to come and pick up Kenny, Shelly, and I every other weekend. When we were younger she seemed to always have cars that didn't have a working radio, or it seemed like it anyways. These are some of my fondest memories with my Mom. We would sing our own songs like three little angels, the ants go marching, yes, we have no bananas. I always looked forward to our rides to Tulsa, Weatherford, or where she was living.
