This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Rosemary Hill-Farmer, 59, born on August 14, 1952 and passed away on December 30, 2011. We will remember her forever.
Rosemary Hill-Farmer
August 14, 1952 to December 30, 2011
Age at death: 59
Residence: 17223 36th Avenue East Tacoma Washington, 98446
Place of death: Good Samarition Hospital
Cause of death: Natural Causes
Place of birth: Aberdeen Washington
Schools: Hoquiam High School
Marriage(s): John Shirk, Arvo Hill, Clarence Farmer
Employment: Mill Worker, Bartender, Disabled
Spouse: Clarence Farmer Tacoma Washington
Children: Carina Goins and Jimmy VanMeter Hoquiam Washington, Uriah Hill Tacoma Washington, Mr'aw and Heather Hill Tenino Washington
Step Children: Corrina Harless Dorman and John Dorman, Tacoma Washington, Andy Farmer Tacoma Washington, Kelly Yoders and Michael Yoders Sr, Joplin Missouri
Grandchildren: Caleb Goins, Zane Goins, Jaden Goins, Thane VanMeter, Bryan Shirk, Greigh Hill, Gavin Hill, Keegan Hill, Jamie Graff, Melanie Harless, Justin Harless, Crystal Farmer, Michael Yoders, Robert Yoders
Great Grandchildren: Elain Quirk, Shelly Quirk, Sheyenne Quirk, Tierra Crouse, Jaiden Jongjitirat, Cruz Aguirre, Carimyne Aguirre
Parents: Homer Connell Taylor the second, Julian Bell Taylor aka Judy
Grandparents: Homer Connell Taylor, Gladys Taylor - Lee Alden, Edna Alden
Siblings: Homer Taylor the third, Kathleen Northup, Lee Taylor, John Taylor, Brenda Taylor
Pets: Mama Kitty, Buddy, Sissy
Services will be held at:
Taholah: January 15th at 1:00pm, 124 Quinault Avenue. Taholah, WA 98587
From Hoquiam Washington
1. Head west on State Route 109 N 17.9 mi
2. Turn right to stay on State Route 109 N 223 ft
3. Turn left to stay on State Route 109 N 3.0 mi
4. Turn right to stay on State Route 109 N 0.2 mi
5. Take the 1st left to stay on State Route 109 N 10.3 mi
6. Turn right to stay on State Route 109 N 8.8 mi
7. Turn left onto Cuitan St 0.2 mi
8. Take the 1st right onto 5th Ave 279 ft
9. Turn left onto Quinault St
Destination will be on the left
Questions please contact Julian Peterson at 360-590-0803, or jpetersen@quinault.org
Centralia: January 21st at 1:00pm, Fort Borst Park-Park Location: 118 W. Maple Centralia, WA 98531 West of I-5, Off Exit 82 (potluck in Kitchen one)
Where to call for more information: Carina & Jimmy (360)612-3241,
Clarence Farmer (253)-376-4880,Uriah Hill (360)259-2748
Memorial funds established: Quinalt Indian Nation (Taholah Memoriam & Cremation)
Memorial funds established: Friends and Family (Fort Borst Park Memoriam)
A Special Thank you to the Quinalt Indian Nation, All those at Good Samariton who helped take care of Rosemary.
And to all her Friends and Family, who helped bring this all together and have stood by us and continue to do so.
John 11:25-26 “Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live. And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.” (KJV)
Rosemary was:
So Loving
Very Free Spirited
Lived life to its fullest
Rosemary loved her family and her animals. She was a free and loving spirit with a thirst for life. She had a lot of trials and tribulations throughout her life. At the point in her life when she began to overcome a lot of the strife; she began to become ill. She struggled to stay healthy for herself, family and friends. She had so many people who loved her and would come from time to time to help out with her health needs & keep her spirits high. Even though her health was on a slow decline for the last four years, she kept her spirits high. She loved being around her family and friends, it's what kept her going. On December 30th 2011, she finally succumbed to her illness's & the daily pain she lived in. She will be forever missed and always remembered.
Tributes
Leave a tributeHappy birthday my dear friend. You will always carry a special place in my heart and not a day or year goes by that I don't think of you .. Love and respect always . RIP
Leave a Tribute
Happy birthday my dear friend. You will always carry a special place in my heart and not a day or year goes by that I don't think of you .. Love and respect always . RIP
Please be patient.
Please be patient.
Please be patient.
Please be patient.
Please be patient.
A poem for my Momma....
O.K. here is a poem I wrote for my mom and dealing with her passing on to the other side. I hope it helps some people if they are going thru the same trouble. And I hope you like it. If you do I would really appreciate it if you checked the like button. It is entitled
"Sometimes".
When your soul is feeling lost in deep emotions. And it feels like your inner conscious is about to break into little pieces. Knowing inside your mind that everything that follows is gonna be bad. The adult persona inside you,won't let your true emotions come out. So now your locked in this inner battle.With your emotions in one corner and self pride in the other. Then all the sudden.Your standing there screaming,like a child that just lost there first pet. To all your family and friends it seems like its just in vain. But inside your soul you know it's a much greater pain. For now you let them know its that thing we call death. It just took your best friend"Your Mother" and it's a new kind of pain that hurts deep inside your soul.
So now you make a promise to ones self. This pain that runs deep inside your body and mind. Is leaving you feeling all empty inside. So your promise is, to keep all your feelings to yourself and not letting anyone in. All bottled up and not wanting share any kind of emotion. Not wanting to let anyone see you cry. Your soul and heart feel like there all empty and lost. Well you think to yourself,"I've never felt so alone". So you tell yourself to be stand strong and be tough. But once you get close. To where all previously passed loved ones are buried. The tears begin to fall and there is no holding back. They stream down freely on both sides of your cheeks. You stare out the window hoping no one has seen you cry. Holding them back is a terrible feet. Only when you get there and see that photo. There is no stopping them now, because there flowing like a river. So now you take your seat, and your body starts to shiver. But as you sit there you see almost everyone is in tears. You now don't feel so alone and let them fall freely.
For now your not feeling all alone, with these memory's and emotions .
This world doesn't feel like a dark cruel place. In which you once thought it was just a few minutes ago. This feeling runs through your soul giving it peace of mind. Falling to your knees inside your mind. And asking God to take care of her until I get there. Knowing inside that He has all ready done all of that. He gently lifts, this large amount of pain from your heart. He lets her talk to her one last time. She softly whispers "Don't cry for me son, I am in good hands. I want you to be happy" she says with that loving smile upon her face. She vanish's in that pail Winter's morning.
Now you tell your self,she is no longer in pain. You remember when you just seen her. She had all ten toes and fingers,which she had lost years before. When the devil tried to take her from us 3 kids. But God brought her back to us. It was a long and hard each day she was in that comma. 9 months later she came back to us. Seeing that light and not going to the other side. So knowing that in mind,body,and spirit set my soul at ease.Knowing she is with loved ones in that new place she went. A shinning light streams down from the Heavens above. Letting your soul and mind know it can smile,because she loves you. It makes your soul feel free and safe. For now giving ones self to fall upon Gods Grace. Telling yourself deep inside your soul don't be afraid of that "Bright White Light". She whispers in your ear again. Telling you, she will be here for you when it becomes your turn in flight.
Miss ya Momma,
Love ya Uriah
about this picture.
It was taken shortly after they got married and its at my grandpa's place.When he was living in Ground Mound. The guy that is unidentifyed in it is old Rex Cossy.And boy you didnt want to be around him when he had gas ........... He stunk me and my brother Mraw out of the house. He is a good guy but stinky ......lol
Angels Enchantment
Angels Enchantment
The Swan Song emerges from the lake
As an Angel sets flight in the summer night sky
The music plays thoughts throughout my mind
As the melodies carry praise to the awaiting world
Behold the angel of Gods heavenly sight
Capture the essence of its bountiful might
Take in the Knowledge that in your time of loss
God wills not to ever forget you
And
Remember that love lives forever
So let the Angels Enchantment give you
The Strength to Carry on
While you sit in the Remembrance
Listen to the Swan Song
It will Guide you Through
Your time of Sorrow
In Loving Memory
To A Beloved Daughter, Wife, Mother, Sister & Friend
Rosemarry Hill
Shall she remain in our hearts and in our thoughts till its our time
to meet her again in the grace of our Heavenly Father.