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Huron Expositor, 2013-12-18, Page 30your rnornents.ca For Obituaries call: 1-877-750-5054 Fax: 1-866-485-8461 e-mail: obituaries@yourlifemoments.ca All other moments call: 1-888-786-7821 Fax: 1-866-757-0227 e-mail: milestones.sun@yourlifemoments.ca Wednesday, December 18, 2013 • Huron Expositor 31 Marking your milestones. Obituaries I In Memoriam I Thanks I Births 1 Celebrations I More Cards of Thanks Cards of Thanks WILBEE The family of the late Ian Wilbee would like to thanks relatives, friends and neighbours for all the flowers, condolences, cards, vis- its, food and memorial donations to Duff's United Church, the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society of Canada, and the Seaforth Com- munity Hospital Foundation. Thank you to the doctors and nurses of Seaforth and Stratford Hospitals for your compassionate care. Thank you, Reverend Peter Kugba- Nyande, for your comfort and support. Thanks to the Schimanski Family Funeral Home for your expert and personal care and to the Walton U.C.W. for the delicious luncheon. Special thanks to those who con- tributed kind words and musical talents to the funeral service. Dad would appreciate your participation. To the pallbearers and flower bearers, we much appreciated your participation in the beautiful service held at Walton United Church. A special thanks to the ladies who provided supper at our home. We have greatly appreciated every- one's support and prayers in our time of grief. Memories of his love, humour, and gentle spirit will live on in us forever. - The Wilbee and Henderson families In Memoriams In Memoriams DAVIES, (McDONALD), Lynne: In loving memory of Lynne Davies (McDonald), who passed away on December 20, 2009. A beautiful garden now stands alone, missing the one who nurtured it But now she is gone, Her flowers still bloom, and the sun it still shines, But the rain is like tear drops, for the ones left behind, The weeds lay waiting to take the gardens beauty away, But the beautiful memories of its keeper are in our hearts to stay, She loved every flower even some that were weeds, So much love she would plant with each lit- tle seed, But just like her flowers she was part of God's plan, So when it was her time he reached down his hand, He looked through the Garden searching for the best, That's when he found Lynne, it was her time to rest, It was hard for those who loved her, to just let her go, But God had a spot in his garden, that needed a gentle soul, So when you start missing Lynne, remem- ber if you just wait, When God has a spot in his garden, she'll meet you at the gate.... Love John, Shannon, Chris, Jacqui and Lucas FLANAGAN, Peter: In loving memory of our dear Peter, who passed away 20 years ago, Dec. 17, 1993. We remember and cherish the happy times together, Today, tomorrow, our whole life through, We shall always love you. - Love mom and family In Memoriams In Memoriams FLYNN Caymbree Flynn, December 23, 2010. When God calls little children to dwell with Him above, we sometimes question the wisdom of His love. For no heartache compares with the death of one small child, who does so much to make our world seem wonderful and mild. Perhaps God tires of calling the aged to His fold, so He picks a rosebud before it can grow old. God knows how much we need them and so He takes but few, to make the land of heaven more beautiful to view. Believing this is difficult still somehow we must try. The saddest word mankind knows will always be "Goodbye'.' So when a child departs we who are left behind, must realize God loves children, Angels are hard to find. Love and miss you so much, Mom, Dad, Grayden, Graysen, Graynger and Brynlee In loving memory of our brother PERRY MICHAEL OSBORN Aug. 27,1992 - Dec.19, 2007 My 6th Christmas in Heaven I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below, With tiny lights, like Heaven's stars, reflecting on the snow. The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away the tear, For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year. I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear, But the sounds of music can't compare with the Christmas choir up here. I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring, For it is beyond description, to hear the angels sing. I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart, But I am not so far away, We really aren't apart. So be happy for me, dear ones, You know I hold you dear. And be glad I'm spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year. I sent you each a special gift, from my heavenly home above, I sent you each a memory of my undying love. After all, love is a gift more precious than pure gold, Was always most important the stories Jesus told. Please love and keep each other my Father said to do, I can't count the blessing of love He has for each of you. So have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear, Remember, I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year. Miss you every day Perry. Love Mom, Dad, Shawna, Brianne and Ryan In Memoriams In Memoriams In loving memory of our son PERRY MICHAEL OSBORN Aug. 27,1992 - Dec. 19, 2007 I WAS WITH YOU I was with you as you cried last night, so much for counting sheep. Your thoughts were running rampant, it was hard for you to sleep. I knew you were missing me and wishing I was there You laid awake all night thinking of the memories we shared. I watched as you tried to eat lunch. You couldn't even drink your tea. You were thinking of all the things you wish you'd said to me. I wanted to say "Don't worry. Seriously, it's OK." I know every word you would say to me if we had another day." I was with you when you visited my grave today, I hear you cry out to God, 'why did you take him away?' As hard as you try, you can't figure out why it had to be me. Your mind is so scrambled, but someday you will see. You will know why this happened, the rea- son I had to leave. You will understand it all in time, til then, just believe. There's a higher Power working and He has a perfect plan. I didn't see it either, but trust me on this - if you can. Someday when it's your time to come to the other side, I'll rush to welcome you with my arms open wide. I'll show you around Heaven, there's so much to see. But that time is not now. That's just the way it must be. You must live out your journey as I had to live out mine. And know His timing is perfect. We must trust the Divine. So go live, laugh, and love - be who you're supposed to be And when your job on earth is done, come Home and be with me. Loved and missed everyday by Mom & Dad LAUREL KATHLEEN ROWLAND (Laurie K.) Dec. 9, 1969 — Dec. 18, 1997 Just saying your name Keeps you alive In our hearts and homes. Mom, Mike, Steve, Michelle, John & their families In Memoriams In Memoriams MCNAUGHTON (WOOD) In loving memory of our Mom and Grandma (Sharon) who passed away December 15, 2009 Your mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street. She's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself. She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well. She's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day. She's the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colours of the rainbow; she is Christmas morning. Your mother lives inside your laughter. She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you, not time, not space...not even death. Forever Missed and Always Loved Darcy, Lindsay, Bean, Christy, Britt, and Grandkids. PETER FLANAGAN March 26, 1956 - Dec. 17, 1993 Though it has been 20 years, Since you were called away, The memories are still so strong, And we wish that you were here today. If we could visit heaven, Even for a day, Maybe for a moment, The pain would go away. We'd put our arms around you, And whisper words so true, That living life without you, Is the hardest thing to do. No matter how we spend our days, No matter what we do, No morning dawn or evening falls, When we don't think of you. In our hearts you will always be forever loved, Joanne, Matt, Mark, Kayla arid Jacob