Jeanette H. Gallagher

Jeannette H. Gallagher (3-10-1957 ~ 4-10-25) is survived by her sons Jason and Oengus, her daughter Marjorie, and husband Casey as well as her mother Jeannette (Hansen), her father John (Hansen), a sister Martha and brother Erik. Her son Christopher, and mother-in-law Jeanne (Gallagher) and her very close friend Tammy, predeceased her by a number of years.

Services will be held by the family on May 23, 2025 at 11:00 at the Graveside in Springdale Cemetery, Turners Falls, MA 01376

Our mother was like a playful zephyr. As a baby, our grandmother called her a 'djinn' after her spirited nature. She became a mother at 25 and gracefully transitioned from free-spirited flower girl to a thoughtful but firm mother.

Through thick and thin and into the arms of her loving husband Casey, she always put her family first. She wore many hats as a Mother; tending to the gardens of our yard - and our minds, stitching myth and fabric together to provide nourishment with her whole heart.

Jinny would say her greatest achievement was her family whom she loved and nurtured endlessly - and will continue to do from beyond. She would often spend her days gardening, sewing, going out to eat, listening to the Beatles, watching Ghosts with her daughter, or reading (Marion Zimmer Bradley, being a particular favorite).

In lieu of Honorariums, please consider doing a kindness of some sort, as a celebration of Jeannette's contribution to our world and a testament for her memory, for the memories of our departed loved ones are a Blessing.

~~Oh Mama~~

Oh Mama, you were my lighthouse in the darkest night.
There never was a monster that your love couldn't fight.
Your laughter and smile made my world bright.
I will love and miss you evermore, with all of my might.
Oh Mama rest easy, I know Chris, and Tammy are with you now,
in fields of flowers and endless sun.
And someday, when I see you again we can laugh and sing
and run through those endless fields hand in hand as one.

~~Poem for My True Love~

I love you like the morning's glistened dew.
and ever, like an old and favorite shoe.
I loved you for your self. You were my all.
And now I'm lost; within an empty hall.
What Days we had, My Love. Each one, a new
discovery of things we never knew.
How, often would We leave Our pride to fall,
and gift Ourselves, for Closeness to enthrall.
If now, a hollow stillness does prevail,
then what it follows was a Hymn on High
that echoes without cease around your Bier.
My Darling, I am glad you won't bewail
the icy shaft that pierces with each sigh,
and hope, your path ascends to Heaven's Sphere.

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