Memorial Bulletin
In loving memory of
Phyllis Joan Ramer
August 27, 1940 — April 22, 2026
Memorial Service
Saturday, May 16, 2026 · 11:00 a.m. ET
Prelude begins · 10:45 a.m. ET
Trissels Mennonite Church — Broadway, Virginia
Order of Service
Slideshow
Prelude
David Berry
Welcome & Opening Reflections
Harold Miller
Hymn
Lift Your Glad Voices#275 Blue Hymnal
led by Dave Yutzy
Small-Group Song
Children of the Heavenly Father
Dave and Jewel Yutzy, Jill and Josh Byler, Harold and Karen Miller, Marla, Lydia, and Anna Alger, Rebekah and Jared, Lila, Marta, Maybelle, and Lev Stutzman, Emily Shifflet
Reflections
Trevor Ramer, grandson · Jason Ramer, grandson
Children’s Choir
Angel Band
Lila, Marta, Maybelle, and Lev Stutzman, Lydia and Anna Alger, Anna Harris, Ellie and Katie Showalter
Reflections
Dennis Showalter, brother · Shawn Ramer, son
Music Meditation
Schumann, Träumerei (Dreaming) from Kinderszenen, Op. 15, No. 7
Performed by David Berry
Meditative Reading
What I Learned from My Motherby Julia Spicher Kasdorf
Read by Victoria Myer, daughter-in-law
Hymn
The Love of God#538 Red Hymnal
led by Dave Yutzy
Benediction & Announcements
Harold Miller
Following the service there will be an informal graveside interment of the ashes. Please join the family for a reception meal and more sharing of memories following the service.
In Remembrance
Phyllis Joan (Showalter) Ramer · August 27, 1940 — April 22, 2026
Phyllis Joan (Showalter) Ramer, 85, of Broadway, Virginia, died peacefully April 22, 2026 at Rockingham Memorial Hospital following a stroke.
Phyllis was born on August 27, 1940, in Harrisonburg, Virginia, the oldest child of the late Howard Dewitt Showalter and Elsie Irene (Geiser) Showalter and grew up on the family farm near Broadway as the oldest of six children. Trissels Mennonite Church was her home congregation from childhood and again at the end of her life.
Phyllis graduated from Eastern Mennonite High School in 1958 and completed her nursing degree in 1961 through Eastern Mennonite College and Riverside Hospital in Newport News. On August 19, 1961, she married John Robert Ramer at Trissels Mennonite Church — the same day Robert graduated from Eastern Mennonite College (now EMU). The newlyweds moved to Brooks, Alberta, where they lived for ten months before settling in Edmonton. Phyllis spent most of the next twenty-five years there, working at the University of Alberta Hospital, where she earned her NICU certification and devoted her career to neonatal intensive care while simultaneously raising three boys. In 1987, Robert and Phyllis moved to Scottdale, Pennsylvania, where she worked in pediatrics at Forbes Regional Hospital until they returned to Broadway in 2002, where they retired overlooking her family farm.
Phyllis was a gifted nurse, a gracious hostess, and a strong presence at the center of her family. She was steadfast, caring, and possessed a dry sense of humor. She loved music, opera, bridge, crossword puzzles, playing with children, and good food. Although she rarely spoke of herself, she was the holder of many extended family stories, which she shared generously.
She devoted her working life to the care of premature babies. She worked shift schedules with uncommon energy, rarely took a sick day, and was grateful to have been part of an era when advances in neonatal care allowed more premature babies to survive. Her gift with babies and young children extended well beyond her profession; her children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews, and the young children at Trissels all experienced her steady, attentive presence.
Phyllis was well known for her hospitality: family holiday meals, bridge club, church small group, knitting club. In the tradition passed down from her aunt Mary Emma Showalter Eby of The Mennonite Community Cookbook fame, she loved to cook for her loved ones and was known for her pies and at least 15 different kinds of Christmas cookies each year. Furthermore, she had an eye for beautiful things such as the china on the table, the napkins, the flowers, decorations for each season, and even the view from the chair you sat in. Time around the table was her gift.
Phyllis’s Family
Husband
Children
Grandchildren
Great-Grandchild
Parents
Siblings
Caregivers
Beloved Companion
Meditative Reading
What I Learned from My Mother
The poet is the daughter of Robert & Phyllis’s dear friends John & Virginia Spicher.
I learned from my mother how to love the living, to have plenty of vases on hand in case you have to rush to the hospital with peonies cut from the lawn, black ants still stuck to the buds. I learned to save jars large enough to hold fruit salad for a whole grieving household, to cube home-canned pears and peaches, to slice through maroon grape skins and flick out the sexual seeds with a knife point. I learned to attend viewings even if I didn’t know the deceased, to press the moist hands of the living, to look in their eyes and offer sympathy, as though I understood loss even then. I learned that whatever we say means nothing, what anyone will remember is that we came. I learned to believe I had the power to ease awful pains materially like an angel. Like a doctor, I learned to create from another’s suffering my own usefulness, and once you know how to do this, you can never refuse. To every house you enter, you must offer healing: a chocolate cake you baked yourself, the blessing of your voice, your chaste touch.
From Sleeping Preacher by Julia Kasdorf. © 1992 University of Pittsburgh Press. Used by permission.