We created a memorial to celebrate the life of out mother Pamela Louise Strong Fassett. Collecting your stories and memories here will offer us great comfort. As we plan virtual gatherings, we will post invites. Thank you for contributing to this lasting memorial.
OBITUARY
Pamela Louise Strong Fassett passed away on April 23, 2020. A long time resident of Punta Gorda and an active member of Veteran’s of Foreign Wars Post 5690 of Port Charlotte. She loved painting, performing and singing, spending time with her grandchildren and volunteering. Moim enjoyed spending time with fellow members of the V and considered them all her family. She is survived by her son and daughter in law, Ryan and Alysia Fassett... see morePamela Louise Strong Fassett passed away on April 23, 2020. A long time resident of Punta Gorda and an active member of Veteran’s of Foreign Wars Post 5690 of Port Charlotte. She loved painting, performing and singing, spending time with her grandchildren and volunteering. Moim enjoyed spending time with fellow members of the V and considered them all her family. She is survived by her son and daughter in law, Ryan and Alysia Fassett (Punta Gorda, FL), daughters, Brandi Fassett (Punta Gorda, FL), Aimee and Ryan Baker (Port Charlotte), Courtney Fassett Smith (Chicago, IL); four grandchildren Aubrey and Blake Baker, Lucy and Avery Fassett; her former husband and father to her four children, Randy Fassett (Punta Gorda); her brothers and sister in law Roger and Barb Strong (Fremont, MI), Richard Strong (Fremont, MI). She is preceded in death by her mother, Mildred (Bunker) Brooks and her father Cleon Brooks as well as her brother Larry Strong.
She will be deeply missed by many cousins, nephews and nieces, as well as, the countless number of people who only knew her as “mom” and a dear friend. Every person she had contact with only knew her as a loving, kind, fun and caring mother and friend. Mom devoted her life to her four children and four grandchildren. They loved when GiGi would watch them and play for hours and hours. Mom loved to laugh, paint. watch cheesy music compotition shows and physcological trillers. She was a talented performer, singing and dancing in countless broadways throughout the years. Bringing us to her practices, we would be memorized by her voice and amazing stage presence.
The one thing she loved more than anything else is listen to our stories while sitting on the back porch. She would wait up for us to come home, only to hear how our day and/or night was. All our friends loved coming back to the house to tell mom the timeline of events that transpired that day into evening. The good, bad and the ugly never leaving the smallest detail out. She would chim in asking random questions, we all would be laughing, crying, yelling, laughing at us crying. Hours and hours until my dad would open the door half asleep and say "do you guys know what time it is?" he wouldn't even wait for us to answer. He would just shut the door and go back upstairs while we continue spewing our shanaagins. Then more kids and friends would make it home and the first place they go, the back porch, to pull up chairs and begin recanting all their events of the evening, never leaving the smallest detail out and mom chimming in with her silly questions. By the end of the nigh,t when everyone but mom was tired, there sometimes were 8 plus kids all sleeping the first place they find. Mom going around making sure everyone had pillow and blankets. Most nights she would sleep on the couch with us watching tv as we fell asleep. Everyone loved talking to my mom about everything and anything. She genuienly cared and listened, always repeating words and asking questions so she could comprehend the conversation. Her true gift was her loving spirit. She didn't have a negative bone in her body and showed her love loud and proud. There was nothing fake about her. The most authentic woman you will ever have the pleasure of meeting. Our home growing up on W. Marion was always filled with friends, coming and going, gatherings in our back yard and family visiting from Michigan. Mom’s open door policy was widely known and everyone knew they were always welcome without any notice and could stay as long as they needed or wanted. Every time anyone would leave she would always say just one thing to all of us “be safe and be smart”