GLENS FALLS- Kathleen "Mammy" Mary (Bennett) Fagle, 68, passed away on Thursday, June 23, 2016. She passed away peacefully in her sleep.

She is survived by her husband of 47 years, Bob Fagle; her children, Michael Fagle, Shannon Fagle-Fedele (Roger), Rob Fagle, Zach Fagle (Tamara), Mary Beth Behan-Fagle; grandchildren, Tessa, Caitie, Jack, Sam, Anna, Orion, Ella, and Benjamin; brothers, Jack Bennett (Judy), Tom Bennett (Linda Swietlicki); nieces and nephews Paulie Montenaro, Paul Stone, Jen Savage, Mackenzie Bennett, Bill Fagle, Christine Dioguardo; and beloved pets, Coco and Louis.

Born in Amsterdam, March 17, 1948, she met the love of her life and future husband at the young age of 16. They moved here in 1974 and were always happy to call Glens Falls their home.

Mammy's life revolved around family, love, spontaneity, and honesty.

Family formed her center. Mammy Mondays were full of family, friends, and anyone else she invited. You never knew who would be there for an hour, a day, or a few weeks! She welcomed everyone. It seemed she especially knew when someone needed to feel like a part of a family. Her strong love found you. Her gourmet food fed many souls. Many times people would say, "Well, Kathy made it, so I'll try it." We would all gather on the back patio and enjoy her company and her food while surrounded by her beautiful garden. She'd make sure you ate well and drank well.

She treasured her grandchildren. There was always a new toy when they went to Mammy's house. The kids knew to look on the back table for a gift. Sometimes they would find a coloring book, sometimes a bounce house, sometimes a terrifying revolving see-saw (still the kids' favorite), sometimes a newly remodeled kids-only room. They also knew to look in the snack cabinet for the latest Mammy snacks. While the older grandkids also raided the snack cabinet and took a few turns on the see-saw, they remember the firm guidance Mammy would give them. If they didn't hug Mammy quite right she'd give them the aggressive shoulder poke and say, "You get over here and HUG your Mammy." They will always hear her saying, "Listen…" and then telling them exactly what they should do. They know her directness came from a genuine love. They know her as the rock in the midst of storms. She thought of her grandchildren constantly and treasured them with her unconditional love.

Mammy worked in the restaurant industry most of her life- as part of the "Red Coach Family," and more recently as part of the Lake George Steamboat Company. Mammy never just worked anywhere; she became the matriarch, the glue, the person who would make you feel included and loved- all while telling you honestly and directly exactly what you should be doing. She'd give you advice on how to serve and she'd give you advice on how to live. She swooped people under her wings. Sometimes it was a wild ride, but you were always glad you flew with her.

Always one for an adventure, Mammy's travels took her to: Ireland, China, Jamaica, Mexico, Bahamas, and Florida. Spontaneously, she'd say, "Oh, I'm heading on a cruise…next week!" She swam with the dolphins (regardless of not being able to swim), she crossed some items of her bucket list in Jamaica (no arrest), and she climbed The Great Wall (in spite of her fear of heights).

Mammy lived loud. She left a literal trail of glitter (and press-on nails). Her bedazzled clothes were a reflection of her sparkly spirit. You'd leave after a Mammy visit and later you'd notice the glitter all over you. If you were a grandchild (or any other child!) you'd certainly leave with a bright red lipstick kiss on your check or forehead.

Everyone who knew Mammy can hear her cackle, can picture her arms open in exasperation, can hear her usual phrase, "What the…!" We will always see her, feel her, and love her.

Her recent health issues with A-fib may have slowed her down a bit, but we'll always remember her vitality and craziness. From her self-induced stress test of running up-and-down the stairs to see if she was really having A-fib, to driving herself to the hospital (she didn't want the ambulance bill), to passing away in her sleep (she would have been stubborn enough to fight even death if she were awake); we choose to remember her energy. Her heart beat too fast because it was too full of love.

In honor of Mammy's wishes, no wake or calling hours will be held. She wants you to remember her with a party. She wants you to share stories, to raise a glass, and to celebrate together.

A Celebration of Mammy's Life will be held at Jack's American Bistro,730 Upper Glen St., Queensbury on Sunday, July 17 from 1-5pm; please stop in at any time to help us remember. We will honor her energy, her influence, her passion. If you can, wear some sparkles.

Condolences can be sent to Baker Funeral Home, 11 Lafayette St., Queensbury, NY 12804 or through www.bakerfuneralhome.com.