Jammie Polinske

Jammie Rae Polinske, 35, of Waukesha was born to eternal life on August 20th, 2018. She was born on July 11th, 1983 to William, Sr. and Lisa (nee Merten) Polinske in Okauchee. Jammie was a vibrant, beautiful woman with boundless energy, a compassionate heart and a great humor. She had her own concept of time which alternatively endeared and frustrated those closest to her. She worked hard to support her children, and she always strived to improve all aspects of their lives. She was absolutely loyal to her family and friends. She could be loud and opinionated with both, but the love always shown through. Jammie loved travel, fashion, especially purses and shoes, mani-pedis and other “girly” things, but at the same time she loved gardening, landscaping, fishing, painting and playing in the park with her children. She was a feminist who was never afraid to be feminine. Left to cherish her memory, in addition to her parents, are her children Italia Rae and Sergio George Stinger. She will be greatly missed by her brothers, William Polinske, Jr. (Sal Carrillo) of Bay View and Anthony Polinske of Waukesha. She is further survived by her grandmother Sandra Buse and grandfather Thomas Merten. She will be sorely missed by her aunt Julie Knutowski (Dann Knippel), and her cousins Douglas Polinske, Nicholas Stamm, Ashley Knox and Lindsey Bouwens, as well as many other loving aunts, uncles, cousins, extended family and many friends. She was preceded in death by her great-grandparents Rosario and Maxine Santoro, her grandparents Jerome and Josephine Bowens, her grandfather David Buse, her uncle Scotty Merten, and her cousin David Laurishke. Private services were held. Memorials to the family to benefit Jammie’s children are greatly appreciated. When I’m Gone When I come to the end of my journey And I travel my last weary mile Just forget, if you can, that I ever frowned And remember only the smile. Forget unkind words I have spoken Remember some good I have done. Forget that I ever had heartache And remember I had loads of fun. Forget that I’ve stumbled and blundered And sometimes fell by the way Remember I have fought some hard battles And won, before the close of the day. Then forget to grieve for my going. I would not have you sad for a day But in summer just gather some stargazers And remember the place where I lay. And come in the shade of evening When the sun paints the sky in the west Stand for a few moments beside me And remember only my best. (Lyman Hancock)