My mother Shirley beat to her own drum throughout her life. She was fun-loving and enjoyed time with her family and her siblings and friends. She loved her grandchildren fiercely and lived with my sisters’ children; Justin, Allyson, Isaiah, and Brianna for much of their lives. Her close relationship with them was a cause of much joy and purpose.
It was when I was first pregnant that I became concerned that living five hours away would hinder the creation of close grandparent bonds that I had with my own grandparents who were integral to my upbringing. However, phone calls and visits created a special connection. Despite the distance she had a strong relationship with both our children; confirming that it is quality not quantity that creates a relationship. Her youngest grandchildren, Carson and Griffin, also lit up her life. She enjoyed sharing stories about their backyard hockey rink and budding love of her favourite sport.
In her final years she was consumed by the debilitating impacts and effects of Parkinson’s Disease that were exasperated by other health challenges. It was a difficult and emotional end to her journey. Overall, she had a good life. She was a tough woman who swore a lot, enjoyed a good glass of wine, and brought a smile to many. Her heart held many loves but it was her grandchildren that made it the most full.
~ Monique Stone