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Pamela Bea Fournier

October 2, 1951 ~ June 15, 2021 (age 69)


Pamela Bea Fournier, passed away peacefully in bed on June 15, 2021. It is believed that she was tired of having to wear her oxygen mask that was likened to an octopus being stuck to her face. After her eldest (some argue her favorite) son and her younger sister attempted to have her put it on, she defiantly & stubbornly took her last stand to teach children and younger siblings everywhere that you can’t make your elders do anything you want them to do. 

She left behind a Hell of a lot of stuff to her sons who have no idea what to do with it. So, if you’re looking for cleaning supplies (she had an array of vacuums and mops of all brands), a toaster oven (slightly used), or even some cat figurines, we are happy to accommodate your request. Of course, please wait the appropriate amount of time to get in touch. Tomorrow would be fine. 

Despite the above, this is not an ad for a pawn shop or garage sale, but a eulogy for a Great Woman, Mother, Sister, Aunt, Grandmother, Umpire, Coach, and avid Baseball Fan. She was born on October 2, 1951, (10/2) not to be confused with her sister’s birthday, which is 2/10. She is the daughter of the late James and Daphne Bryan Fournier, who (mostly) successfully kept her out of trouble throughout her youth. 

She leaves behind a small, but proud and sarcastic family who will miss her deeply. Pam was world-renowned for her stubbornness, not holding back her opinion, and her skill of telling it like it is. You always knew where you stood with her, which if you were opposite of her, we would wish you the best as we know you would lose. She was genuine to a fault, a pussy cat (or lion) at heart and she was lovingly devoted to her family and friends. 

If anyone could attest to the above, it would be her partner, Steve Williams, who patiently put up with her stubbornness for years (25 to be exact). Steve took her on memorable vacations to many parts of the world that she later made the whole family view the thousands of photos she took. Some were even of the sidewalks of those various places. Pam loved “poor” Steve, and we are thankful that he had the patience of a saint to be in her life.

She is survived by her two sons, who continue to argue about who was the favorite. We’ll end it to say that she loved one longer (the eldest, Michael), but spoiled the younger even more (Bryan). She was equally proud of them both in all that they went on to do – Michael as a professional 5-star chef and happily married to his wife, Jess with her two children Ava and Anya Luketich; and Bryan, an accomplished military Apache helicopter pilot and business owner. 

She was blessed with two wonderful grandchildren when Bryan became a father to Elizabeth and James Harris. They affectionately called her “G-ma”, a title she held to the highest honor. G-ma frequently went to her grandchildren’s school to read, visited them constantly to play and, likely against their father’s wishes, found trouble as all children enjoy.

This world had Pam for an extra 10 years, something that we wouldn’t have had without her younger sister, Michele Fournier. After being diagnosed with leukemia, Michele took charge in becoming her full-time caretaker and even became her bone-marrow donor that saved Pam’s life. While Pam may have picked on her sister all her life, like any sibling is born to do, she was very protective of Michele and was forever grateful for all that she did during those difficult times in life. 

It wouldn’t be final without mentioning her favorite niece (no competition here), Melanie Rivera, who was appointed as the official memory-tester. When Pam mentioned that her memory had started slipping, likely due to having to raise two boys which would give any mother headaches that killed brain cells, Melanie would often test her aunt to ensure that she still knew names of all her family members. Melanie’s husband, Anthony Rivera and their son Jack, would help Pam out from time to time in, also joining in the fun of trouble as mentioned above. However, Melanie and her aunt were very close and told each other just about everything. They were so close that Melanie holds the famed recipe for pound cake, one that she won’t share but would be happy to bake for you.

We will miss Pam and all her eccentricities – microwaved hot dogs, punching those who cracked their knuckles at the table (Michael and Anthony), and her knack of re-telling the most embarrassing stories you never wanted shared at the holiday table (Bryan and Michael can definitely attest to this).

According to her wishes in respecting the circle of life, she has requested her remains to be used in creating a reef (or a wreath if that was heard incorrectly). Of course, she will now have to (im)patiently wait for the rest of us to go before her ashes can be spread with her family as she wanted. If left to her younger son who originally wrote this eulogy, we would all be ‘predeceased’ and then she wouldn’t have to wait. 


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