This site is dedicated to the memory of Tamara (Tammy) Foultner.

Tamara (Tammy) Foultner was born in Washington on July 04, 1953. She is much loved and will always be remembered by all her friends and family. She fought a long hard battle with cancer and became a angel in heaven with the Lord on March 27th, 2013. Tammy is survived by her husband Donald, daughter Ashleigh, son Shawn & daughter in law Sara, mother Nadine Cooper (Enbusk), brother Mark Enbusk and 4 beautiful grandchildren.

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Don't Cry For ME Don't cry for me now I have died, for I'm still here I'm by your side, My body's gone but my soul's is here, please don't shed another tear, I am still here I'm all around, only my body lies in the ground. I am the snowflake that kisses your nose, I am the frost, that nips your toes. I am the sun ,bringing you light, I am the star, shining so bright. I am the rain, refreshing the earth, I am the laughter, I am the mirth. I am the bird, up in the sky, I am the cloud, that's drifting by. I am the thoughts, inside your head, While I'm still there, I can't be dead.
Ashleigh
1st April 2013
Farewell My Friends - Rabindranath Tagore ( 1861 - 1941) Farewell My Friends It was beautiful As long as it lasted The journey of my life. I have no regrets Whatsoever said The pain I’ll leave behind. Those dear hearts Who love and care... And the strings pulling At the heart and soul... The strong arms That held me up When my own strength Let me down. At the turning of my life I came across Good friends, Friends who stood by me Even when time raced me by. Farewell, farewell My friends I smile and Bid you goodbye. No, shed no tears For I need them not All I need is your smile. If you feel sad Do think of me For that’s what I’ll like When you live in the hearts Of those you love Remember then You never die. Don't Cry For Me
Ashleigh
1st April 2013
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland