Sandra McLellan Fuller
Sandra Marie McLellan Fuller passed away October 20 th , 2015 at home surrounded by love and family. She was born October 18 th , 1943 to John and Mabel (Nelson) McLellan in Minneapolis, Minnesota. She was a true native of Montana living in Froid, Bainville, Bearcreek, Whitewater, Outlook, Belt, Missoula, Great Falls, and Butte. Sandra graduated from Belt High School, attended the University of Montana, and worked for Montana Credits in Great Falls for 9 years. She married Bill Fuller in 1969. Together, they had three children, raising them in Butte, MT, Casper, WY, and Salt Lake City, UT. Her greatest joy in life was her children and grandchildren.
She is survived by her husband, Bill; Her children, Brad (Ramira Alamilla) and their three children, Jack, Ella and Lilliana; Blake (Katie Grew) and their son, Henry; and Sage (Steve Tyrrill) and their daughter, Franny Mabel. She is also survived by her brother, Don McLellan (Billie Teders) of Helena, MT, nieces, Casee Cullen (Mark) and Perry McLellan of Londonderry, N.H., and brother in-law Andy Fuller (Carol) of Littleton, CO. She is preceded in death by her parents, John and Mabel McLellan.
Always with a quick wit, easy laugh, and ready to give wise advice, our dear sweet Sandy will be missed beyond words. She was the rock and absolute anchor of our family and we will love and honor her always. Rest well, Mom. We love you.
A special thank you to Chelsea, Alexis, Ruth, Russ, Melinda, Katrina, Melanie, Shauntel and Dr. Miller of Quality Home Health and Hospice for their expert and loving care of Sandra and our family.
A private graveside memorial service will be held; Interment at Montana State Veterans Cemetery, Fort Harrison, Helena, MT. In lieu of flowers, please consider a donation to Easter Seals or PBS in her name. In her honor, share a good cup of coffee with a friend or read a favorite book with a child.
“Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
I am the bolt of lightning across the sky.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.”
– Mary Elizabeth Frye