Pamela Mcquain-Toothman

MCQUAIN-TOOTHMAN, PAMELA KAY

Pamela Kay McQuain-Toothman, died on the tenth day of December in the year two thousand and seventeen. To say that she was a passionate, intelligent, thoughtful, caring, loving, and accepting human being would be to fall desperately short in attempting to describe her character. The depth and expanse of her humanity was rivaled only by her beauty, a topic of legend and myth in many parts of the world. She was the life of even the dullest party, the epicenter of attention, and a truly kind soul whose gravity was undeniable. She loved to laugh and dance and sing, and maybe more than anything, including herself, she loved her children. She played music loud and she lived life like a chalice brimming with wine. Every year on her birthday she turned twenty-nine or rather that is what she told people andI still don't know how old she actually lived to be. Forever twenty-nine I suppose.

Pam was from Fairmont, West Virginia and lived the latter years of her life in Ocala and Ft Mccoy, Florida. She is survived by her three sons Tyler TootHman, Conrad Toothman and Nicholas Pardee of Ocala, Florida; by her mother Eleanor McQuain; by her sister Cindy Amsden and her husband Arnold Amsden; by her brother Jimbo Mcquain and his wife Lanette Mcquain; by her many nephews, one niece, several cousins; by her step-daughter Lauren Hill and her husband Allan Hill. She is also survived by her partner of five years James Isle who helped care for her until the end.

She is preceded by her father, James E. Mcquain, Sr.; grandparents, Gerald and Genevieve Conrad, Doris Hansford Landis; and nephew, Jeremy Smith.

I like to picture my mother in some kind of heaven, laying in the grass, surrounded by wildflowers, listening at Tom Petty's feet while he sits on a log playing her love songs on an old acoustic guitar. I like to picture her young again. Happy again. I like to think the sun is shining and that a soft breeze is blowing through her hair, and that when she breathes she breathes deeply and fully, and a sense of peace and tranquility overcomes her with every breath. I like to think her nephew Jeremy is there with her too. She always really loved him. I like to picture her everywhere, in every thing I see and in everything I do. I like to picture her right there beside me, smiling. I like to carry her with me in everything I am, and in everything I could one day hope to be. So here's to Pammy K, may she always live on through each of us, through our kind words, through our selfless acts, and through the love that we are each capable of offering. Welcome to the great beyond momma. We love you.