Pamela “Pammy Jo” Smith (McGill), born October 22nd, 1959, was summoned to be with our Lord on August 26th, 2021. She was world-renowned for her lack of patience, love of her family, and her knack for telling the truth- even if it wasn’t what you wanted to hear. With that said, Mom was genuine to a fault, what you saw was what you got, a pussy “cat” at heart (as she was known by her neighbors as the cat lady) and yet she sugar-coated nothing. Everyone always knew where you stood with her. She liked you or she didn’t. But to those she loved, it was unconditional, unwavering, and undying. Us kids learned quickly that she couldn’t contain the love she had. We would get pinched or squeezed anytime we would walk by. She would say to us, “Love You, Sweet Dreams – Say Your Prayers.” We also learned that nothing surpassed the love she had for her brother, sisters, animals, kids, and grandbabies (she would say about her grandbabies - “They look just like their Mamaw” or “They get that from their Mamaw”). Her grandbabies were everything to her. Her passion for using what she had at her fingertips and drive for self-sufficiency carried throughout her whole life. She was ahead of her time with “being green,” as evidenced by the approximate 30+ Country Crock butter containers stacked neatly in her cupboards and the biggest challenge was finding the actual butter in the refrigerator with 13 containers of leftovers. She was also a connoisseur of Big Mac’s, Coca Cola, Grilled Steak, Pecan Sandies and Nutter Butter Wafers, with a firm belief that a Cream Horn will cure whatever is ailing you. She fondly reminisced about exploring the creek as a kid, being outside from sunup to sundown, spending time with her grandparents; Papaw Mac and Mamaw Mary, playing with her cousins and finding trouble with her childhood best-friend Caroline Robinson. Mom was also known as the “Racoon Whisperer”; she rescued many local racoons in dumpsters and fed them whatever she had. We would try to explain to her those racoons enjoy rummaging in the trash, but she could never be swayed. Mom took advice from no one, especially when it came to fashion. With her trademark tanktops and shorts in 30-degree weather. She was always “burning hot”. Her comfort far outweighed any interest in the latest fashion trends, and she owned that runway. Mom was a spiritual person, and her biggest wish was to ensure her kids and grandbabies know God. Her daily ritual of watching her “church shows” and enjoyed reading the Bible kept her grounded in her faith. Like her faith as a Christian, she was a habitual forgiver. Her heart knew no bounds. In the last 8 months, Mom’s congestive heart failure got the best of her. On December 21st, 2020, she had a stroke and that was the turning point in the decline of her health. Her devout feistiness and stubbornness served her well throughout her life. And even in her final months, she was a model of strong-will and sheer determination right up until the end of her journey with us on earth. Tremendous heartfelt thanks to Huntington Court staff and to the truly compassionate nurses of Queen City Hospice and Hospice of Cincinnati, who provided much more than just comfort for Mom, but also provided a sense of humor, peace, and tranquility during her transition from this life to her eternal life. She will be deeply missed and survived by her sisters; Marilyn King, Teresa McGill, sister-in-law Bev Huber and brother-in-law John King, children; Angela Williams, Christina Walter, Alexandra Jones, and Christian Smith; sons-in-law Brian Williams, Chris Walter and Casey Jones, grandchildren: Christopher Walter, Shelby Williams, Tyler Walter, Drew Williams, Emma Walter, Jaxon Williams, Madilyn Jones, and Paisley Jones; nephews; John King, Joey Byrd and nieces Elizabeth King, Tiffany McGill, and Briana Livengood. She was preceded in death by her parents Tom and Ruby McGill and her baby brother Tony McGill and beloved pets Heidi and Clairee. All whom she loved dearly. In honor of our Mom, be kind to those you cross paths with, with a random act of kindness. You never know what their battles are. My mom would tell everyone she met to, “Have a blessed day."
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