Sandra Louise (Tweeddale) IhrigSandie was born in Wenatchee, Washington, on October 21, 1950, the daughter of Ed and Betty Tweeddale. She passed peacefully at her Redmond, Washington home at 3:30 AM, on July 8, 2017, in the presence of her husband Garry. Raised in Everett, Washington, educated in...
I am very sorry to hear of the loss of your loved one. One day many will have the opportunity to live again. May the hope of everlasting life sustain and comfort you during this difficult time. John 17:3
July 05, 2018
My Dear Aunt Sandy, Though we've been in two different states for most of my life I've always carried the special years we lived in the same area. My most memorable memory was the year I turned 16. You and I went birthday shopping at Fred Meyers, where I picked out my first pair of nice jeans and you introduced me to the Reuben sandwich which I was a little sceptical about but willing to try it after your reassurance. As promised the sandwich was delicious. You'll never know how special...
August 16, 2017 | Star, ID
It was my privilege to work with Sandie for many years at Health Care Financing Administration, later known as Centers of Medicare and Medicaid Services. She was both a wonderful co-worker and friend.
My two favorite memories are of how she almost always knew the answer to the trivia question I included in the daily division news letter. There was never any question about whether she had googled the answer or just knew it because she always included the background of how she...
August 10, 2017 | Marysville, WA
I worked with Sandie at CMS, but in a different division than hers. I will never forget the countless times that a passing hello in the hallway turned into a 20 minute conversation...a conversation about anything and everything. It was hard to stop the conversation because no matter what we were talking about, work, home life, fund-raising, there was no mistaking that Sandie truly cared. It's hard to turn away from such a loving soul. It's been hard not seeing you for a while now Sandie,...
August 08, 2017 | Seattle, WA | Coworker
They broke the mold when they made Sandie. She had a compassionate heart that knew no limits. She was always nearby when a helping hand was needed and it was never just a hand-out, it was a leg-up.
If you needed someone to listen, Sandie was there. If your little girl needed clothes to start school, Sandie magically produced beautiful handmade outfits. Should help be needed navigating the waters of government home health care, Sandie was your go-to woman.
August 07, 2017 | Lake Stevens, WA
I worked with Sandie for nearly 17 years and I could always count on her for if I needed help. If I ever had a question about a Medicare policy she would always come up with an answer! She was extremely detail oriented and always willing to assist with any project.
Her compassion and generosity with her time and treasure knew no limits. She always helped with charity drives at our office and was supportive of all the employees' kids fundraising efforts (she purchased many a...
August 07, 2017 | Clyde Hill, WA
To my twin cousin... Even though we never were able to spend a lot of time together, I thought of you often. Maybe because we shared our birth date, I always felt close to you. I remember well the time spent with you and your family when I visited in 1969. (Hard to believe it was that long ago.) We had such a good time visiting all your favorite places. You had such a great outlook on life and i remember your beautiful smile. But life goes on and we lost touch. For that I am sorry. Rest...
August 07, 2017 | Rapid City, SD | Family
Standing at the window, and watching the sunrise that sad morning on the 8th of July, I was struck by how absurd life is. How was it possible that something so devastatingly painful to my family, and the loss of everything that gave my life meaning, not have more of an impact on the earth Itself. Yet, everything was exactly the same; a breeze still fluttered the leaves; the stars still faded as the sun appeared; small creatures still stirred to life in the trees. But my existence, was...