Suzy Amanda (Hughes, Mackinnon) Sarna

Suzy Amanda (Hughes, Mackinnon) Sarna

February 12, 1940 – June 6, 2020

On Saturday, June 6, 2020, Suzy Amanda (Hughes, Mackinnon) Sarna, loving wife and mother to four (Robert Mackinnon, Matthew Mackinnon, James Mackinnon, and Monico Mackinnon), passed away at the age of 80 at the hospital in Forks. She passed just three days after her beloved husband William (Bill, Billy) Sarna, who had passed away on Wednesday, June 3, 2020.

Suzy was born on February 12, 1940, in Abiquiu, New Mexico to Levi and Dorothy Hughes; Suzy was one of three children.

Suzy and her precious Bill were married on November 5, 1989, in Ashland Oregon. They moved to Washington where they lived in Oak Harbor, Anacortes, Guemes Island, finally settling near Forks.

Suzy was a brilliant conversationalist with a complex education spanning from medicine to literature. She loved trivia and the quest for knowledge in general. She was an amazing artist and writer like her mother (Dorothy B. Hughes) before her. She played guitar beautifully and was an absolute epicure in the kitchen.

She passionately loved her boys and the scores of grandchildren and great-grandchildren they supplied. Billy was the love of her life and they spent over thirty years blissfully living with each other.

Suzy was preceded in death by her mother and father; and her siblings, Tony and Holly.

She is survived by her sons and multitudes of grandchildren. Suzy came from a large extended family and leaves behind countless cousins.

There is no memorial planned for Suzy as we will all be celebrating her life in our own ways.

She was known to cite the following poem when contemplating her death:

Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

By: Mary Elizabeth Frye

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’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die.

In lieu of flowers, Memorial donations are welcome at Wounded Warriors.