Tammy Canty, Mba-Hrm
In Loving Memory of Phyllis
Phyllis was more than just my sister—she was my heart’s anchor, my steady place in the world. She had a way of making me feel safe, no matter what was happening around us. And every time we talked, she reminded me: “Tammy, you’re mine. Madea assigned me to you, and you’re mine. So if you ever need anything or whatever—just remember, you’re mine. I got you. You belong to me.”
Those words weren’t just something she said—they were something she lived. Phyllis made sure I always knew I was loved, fiercely and without condition. She had this deep, quiet strength, the kind that lifted you up just by being near her. She laughed big, loved big, and gave of herself without ever keeping score.
I’ll never forget our first Sister Mary Kay Zoom Party. We asked Phyllis to say the closing prayer, and it was the first time I actually heard her pray out loud. And when she did—it was like hearing a seasoned Mother Teresa. Her words flowed with such power, grace, and sincerity. I was so deeply moved. I couldn’t believe it. It was in that moment I saw a whole new layer of her faith and strength, and it left an impression on my heart I’ll never forget.
At 70, Phyllis carried a lifetime of wisdom and grace, and she shared it freely. Her presence brought peace. Her words brought comfort. And her love—it stays with me, still.
I’ll always miss her voice and her embrace, but I carry her with me every single day. And when things get hard, I hear her again: “You’re mine. I got you.” And I know I’m not alone.
Thank you, Phyllis, for claiming me, for loving me so fully. I’ll love you always.
Tammy
