Susan Diane Farr - Georgia Cremation

July 15, 1957 – January 22, 2025

Susan Diane Farr, 67, of Columbus, GA, passed away peacefully, Wednesday, January 22, 2025 at Columbus Hospice House.

Mrs. Farr was born July 15, 1957 in California, daughter of the late Arthur Gene Davis and Bobbie Jean Wells Davis. She lived many years in Maryland before moving back to Columbus where she spent most of her life taking care of others. She enjoyed yard work, gardening, crafting, playing board games and spending time with her family, especially her precious grandchildren. She was an amazing and loving daughter, wife, mother, Nae-Nae, niece, aunt and sister. She was a special person and loved by everyone who was blessed to know her.

Survivors include her husband of 49 years, John Stuart Farr, daughters; Amy Phelps and Lisa Huckestein (John), sons; John Farr Jr. and Richard “Ricky” Farr, eight grandchildren; Jacob and Troy Phelps, Brianne, Shelby and Olivia Scarbrough, Emmy and Cohen Farr, and Gracie Farr, sister; Cindy Rahn (Kerry), brother; Larry Davis and several nieces and nephews.

Georgia Cremation – Columbus is assisting the family with the arrangements.

Shelby says

January 28, 2025 at 11:31 am

Naenae

You passed one week ago today. I remember not too long ago, before you passed, before the hospital, before your ankle, before all of it, I was sitting in my bed bawling over the fact that someday I might not be able to hug you. I got up and hugged you. It was 3 in the morning.

I remember being 7 years old. I know I was 7 because I was riding my bike, doing math trying to figure out how many years until I was ten and then until I could drive. I did this sort of thing on every birthday that I can remember. On 7 I started doing math about a few things, how long until I would get married, until I would be famous… I also did the math about you. I wanted to be sure you’d be around by the time I had kids. I settled for the age 24, and assured myself you’d still be here. I knew I needed you to be, needed my kids to have a Naenae too. They won’t, but I’ll tell everything.

I remember being 13 and visiting with you over the summer. I didn’t have a phone so I would sneak yours and secretly watch YouTube and look at all my friends on instagram and wish I had my own page. I also remember falling asleep with it by accident and waking up to you snatching it from me and saying you’d tell my momma on me, but you never did.

I remember being 17. We won’t talk about that year, but you and I know.

I remember being newly 18, off with my friends out of town. I went to a bar with them and got drunk for the first time and went out to the car and called you while I sprawled out in the backseat. I know I told you I was drunk and didn’t like it. I also told you I was moving out to get your reaction. You asked if we could talk about it in the morning, and that you loved me, and to drink water. We didn’t talk about moving out the next morning but you made sure to ask me if I felt better and if I had any fun at all. I told you alcohol just made me miss you like crazy and I’d be home soon.

I remember being 19 and having a panic attack on the couch in the living room. I was hugging you and listening to you talk to me about how you met papaw to get my mind off of it. I could tell you were really trying to make me laugh. I don’t think I did, but I did make your arm fall asleep and we had to stop hugging for a minute.

I remember being 20 and watching over papaw for the day while you had a routine procedure done, one that you’d needed for a while. I didn’t think anything of it. You came in my room once you were finished and you sauntered around my desk with a weird, tight grin on your face. I laughed and asked if you were high or something. Maybe they’d had to sedate you. You just hugged me around my neck from where I was sitting at my computer and told me you had cancer. It was April 22nd and that’s why you were acting weird. I cried immediately, almost as immediately as you told me to stop. You said you’d be okay and we’d figure it all out. I believed you, I mean why shouldn’t I? You’re Naenae. You have plot armor.

On January 22nd you were gone. And I miss you so much. I kept my composure, which startled me at first because of all the math I’d done growing up and all the preemptive crying I did at the thought of losing you but maybe that’s part of the reason I kept it together. Maybe I had subconsciously prepared myself before all of us started to prepare ourselves consciously. Maybe you were helping me somehow from up there.

I still can’t put into words how this all makes me feel. Sometimes I cry but seconds later it’s over and I wasn’t crying over anything in particular anyway. Sometimes I don’t cry but I feel lots of guilt. Sometimes I talk to you.

I feel like a person pretending to grieve. It’s not happening naturally like I thought it would so I have moments of forcing it. But it’s only been a week. I’m sure I’d have more to say if I waited to post a condolence message, but I felt inspired now so here it is. In any case, a condolence message isn’t where you vent about how grief is treating you. Or maybe it is? I don’t know. Never wrote one before.

Sincerely, Shelby. Your forever grateful granddaughter.

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Tammy Tate says

January 28, 2025 at 11:18 am

I’m so sorry for your loss. Susan will always be in my heart as one of the most loving, caring, and over all a wonderful person that always put others first. She will be missed!
Shelby says

January 28, 2025 at 11:31 am

Naenae

You passed one week ago today. I remember not too long ago, before you passed, before the hospital, before your ankle, before all of it, I was sitting in my bed bawling over the fact that someday I might not be able to hug you. I got up and hugged you. It was 3 in the morning.

I remember being 7 years old. I know I was 7 because I was riding my bike, doing math trying to figure out how many years until I was ten and then until I could drive. I did this sort of thing on every birthday that I can remember. On 7 I started doing math about a few things, how long until I would get married, until I would be famous… I also did the math about you. I wanted to be sure you’d be around by the time I had kids. I settled for the age 24, and assured myself you’d still be here. I knew I needed you to be, needed my kids to have a Naenae too. They won’t, but I’ll tell everything.

I remember being 13 and visiting with you over the summer. I didn’t have a phone so I would sneak yours and secretly watch YouTube and look at all my friends on instagram and wish I had my own page. I also remember falling asleep with it by accident and waking up to you snatching it from me and saying you’d tell my momma on me, but you never did.

I remember being 17. We won’t talk about that year, but you and I know.

I remember being newly 18, off with my friends out of town. I went to a bar with them and got drunk for the first time and went out to the car and called you while I sprawled out in the backseat. I know I told you I was drunk and didn’t like it. I also told you I was moving out to get your reaction. You asked if we could talk about it in the morning, and that you loved me, and to drink water. We didn’t talk about moving out the next morning but you made sure to ask me if I felt better and if I had any fun at all. I told you alcohol just made me miss you like crazy and I’d be home soon.

I remember being 19 and having a panic attack on the couch in the living room. I was hugging you and listening to you talk to me about how you met papaw to get my mind off of it. I could tell you were really trying to make me laugh. I don’t think I did, but I did make your arm fall asleep and we had to stop hugging for a minute.

I remember being 20 and watching over papaw for the day while you had a routine procedure done, one that you’d needed for a while. I didn’t think anything of it. You came in my room once you were finished and you sauntered around my desk with a weird, tight grin on your face. I laughed and asked if you were high or something. Maybe they’d had to sedate you. You just hugged me around my neck from where I was sitting at my computer and told me you had cancer. It was April 22nd and that’s why you were acting weird. I cried immediately, almost as immediately as you told me to stop. You said you’d be okay and we’d figure it all out. I believed you, I mean why shouldn’t I? You’re Naenae. You have plot armor.

On January 22nd you were gone. And I miss you so much. I kept my composure, which startled me at first because of all the math I’d done growing up and all the preemptive crying I did at the thought of losing you but maybe that’s part of the reason I kept it together. Maybe I had subconsciously prepared myself before all of us started to prepare ourselves consciously. Maybe you were helping me somehow from up there.

I still can’t put into words how this all makes me feel. Sometimes I cry but seconds later it’s over and I wasn’t crying over anything in particular anyway. Sometimes I don’t cry but I feel lots of guilt. Sometimes I talk to you.

I feel like a person pretending to grieve. It’s not happening naturally like I thought it would so I have moments of forcing it. But it’s only been a week. I’m sure I’d have more to say if I waited to post a condolence message, but I felt inspired now so here it is. In any case, a condolence message isn’t where you vent about how grief is treating you. Or maybe it is? I don’t know. Never wrote one before.

Sincerely, Shelby. Your forever grateful granddaughter.

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