A Sacred Moment


Helen LaMar

October 09, 1939 - August 18, 2016

Helen LaMar passed away August 18th, 2016, in the Skagit Valley Hospital.

Born on October 9th, 1939, she grew up in Froid, MT where she went to school with the man she would later marry.  She and Clenard began dating after he returned from the Army in 1962. They marriedon August 23, 1963 after which they moved to Lind, WA, where their 3 children were born.

After being widowed in the fall of 1975, she and her children moved west, to Blaine, WA, to be nearer family. She attended BVTI, the technical school in Bellingham, and went on to work for over 21 years at SPIE doing accounting and customer service. She retired in 2005. She had worked as a nurses aid, a telephone operator, a cook for harvest crews, in daycare, as well as working in all aspects of accounting and customer service.

She is survived by three children: her oldest son Jerome and (Angela) LaMar of Sedro Woolley, Wa; her daughter Faith Nelson and partner Paul Beaulieu, of Oklahoma City; and younger son Thomas LaMar, of Thornton Colorado.  Five grandchildren: Faith's children Ben and Emily Nelson, and Kaycii Lynn; Jerome's daughters Selena and Abbigale; a nephew, Mark Torgerson and wife Noella, and their son Ethan.

She is preceded in death by her husband Clenard; her parents Harry and Effie Johnson of Seattle; her sister Aneta Torgerson of Hermiston, OR; and niece Leanne Thompson of Pendleton, OR.


Please join us for a celebration of Helen's life at the Masonic Lodge in Sedro Woolley, 106 Warner street, Sedro Woolley, Wa. at 3:00 pm Saturday, Sept 17th, 2016.


Memorials may be made to the university of WA Cardiac Research unit, or the United Church of God, an International Association.


Love Lives On 

Those we love remain with us,

for Love itself lives on.
Cherished memories never fade;
because one loved is gone.

Those we love can never be
more than a thought apart,
for as long as there's a memory
they live on in our heart.
Think of her as living
in the hearts of those she touched,
for nothing loved is ever lost,
and she was loved so much.

Author Unknown

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

By Robert Frost


Whose woods these are I think I know. 

His house is in the village though; 

He will not see me stopping here 

To watch his woods fill up with snow. 

My little horse must think it queer 

To stop without a farmhouse near 

Between the woods and frozen lake 

The darkest evening of the year. 

He gives his harness bells a shake 

To ask if there is some mistake. 

The only other sound's the sweep 

Of easy wind and downy flake. 

The woods are lovely, dark and deep, 

But I have promises to keep, 

And miles to go before I sleep, 

And miles to go before I sleep.

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