Christine Elizabeth Forget
March 21, 1955 - April 29,
2016
She left us far too soon. Born to Joan
(deceased), and Phil David, she leaves a legacy of love to sons Jason
(Natasha), Jesse, and grandson Teagan. To her siblings she leaves a
lifetime of unforgettable memories. John (Kathy), Kathy (Claude), Vicki
(Larry), and Sue (Brian). She was a special aunt and great aunt to many,
who enjoyed her sense of humour and laughter.
Chris worked for the Federal Government
and speaking to her colleagues, was told she was the best Financial
Administrator ever. She loved family, fishing, a cold beer on a hot day,
playing euchre (winning), and board games (winning). Her favourite
place was a small northern town called Gowganda, and this will be her final
resting place. Thank you for enriching our lives Chris...we'll miss you!
This is a private service. In lieu of
flowers, donations would be appreciated to Elisabeth Bruyère Continuing Care or
the Ottawa Hospital Foundation in support of virus cancer research. Links to
make a donation are located below.
My dearest friend Sue, Beau and I offer our deepest and most heartfelt sympathies to you and all of the family! You are with us in our thoughts and hearts at this most difficult time! Sending lots of love, hugs and positive energy your way! Love Andrea and Beau xoxo
ReplyDeleteHere is a poem that I love, that I thought might offer some comfort.......
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Author: Mary Elizabeth Frye
The Dash
ReplyDeleteby Linda Ellis copyright 1996
I read of a man who stood to speak
at the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on the tombstone
from the beginning…to the end.
He noted that first came the date of birth
and spoke the following date with tears,
but he said what mattered most of all
was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time
that they spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved them
know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own,
the cars…the house…the cash.
What matters is how we live and love
and how we spend our dash.
So, think about this long and hard.
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
that can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
to consider what’s true and real
and always try to understand
the way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger
and show appreciation more
and love the people in our lives
like we’ve never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect
and more often wear a smile,
remembering that this special dash
might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy is being read,
with your life’s actions to rehash…
would you be proud of the things they say
about how you spent YOUR dash?
Love you Chris,
Sue
xoxo
I've tried several times to write something Chris, and you would REALLY love this...but I find that I am speechless! Your passing has left such a void in my life. Each day I remember something funny or quirky that you said or did, and it would make me smile, but then it sinks in that you're really gone, and I get sad again.
ReplyDeleteI promise to put serious thought into each place I choose to leave some of your ashes. And your final ashes will be spread when the family comes up in September...any ideas on that? Nice trick by the way, putting our 4 way flashers on as we approached Gowganda - guess Mom showed you a couple of her ways to communicate. So I know you're okay and I know you're watching over us. Until we meet again my dear, sweet sister, you will remain in my heart. I love you so much. Vicki xoxo
I didn't often get to visit with Chris when she visited Gowganda...but when I did see her I saw a warm, friendly, funny, person with a 'winning' spirit as you said Vicki. She had that twinkle in her eye..you can see it in her pictures too.
ReplyDeleteIt was nice knowing you Chris.
love, gert