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In Loving Memory of Yvonne DeWay - July 9th, 1964 to April 9th, 2020
Its hard to know where to start… my Mother would tell me, “Oh Carolyn, you’ve got this.” Thanks Ma, but this time, it’s really not easy.
My Mom was the kind of person that anyone could talk to. Always with a pot of Timmies coffee making the house smell cozy, she would sit with her cup and listen. She was also good at opening up, and could help other people do the same. Her gift was helping people to see their potential. She could really make people feel comfortable. Many felt the warmth of her laughter, and she had a beautiful smile. I think that these are the things people remember most about her.
I wracked my brain over and over again in the last year for ways to celebrate her life and to show her how much I love her. Ways to honour her memory. I have spread her ashes on mountain tops and beaches, raised money for the cancer society, and have become increasingly dedicated to finding purpose and growing love in my life. I know my Mom would be proud, and I know how much she loved me. But still something has felt amiss, and I want to do right by her.
COVID complicated our ability to mourn together. It meant no hugs. No crying on each other’s shoulders. It meant being far from family, from friends. It also meant no flowers, no cards, no home cooked meals dropped at the doorstep. Not having a funeral made it hard for people to offer their condolences, for us to cry together, to reminisce in the memories together.
As the anniversary of her passing came around, I knew what I had to do. Go home, and have a funeral. To look at pictures of her, to tell stories of all that laughter, and to share in the pain of loosing her. To be with my brother, my Grandmother. To find her a beautiful headstone, to engrave her name into it, and to create a place we could visit to think of her.
Now we finally have the chance to gather and remember. But for many, there is still a risk. Many are still far away, and many have asked how they can help.
So, I am raising money to help pay for the costs associated with Mom’s passing. Most significantly for a headstone and a plot to place it, but also to help pay for all the other things, like her cremation, the newspaper ads, hand sanitizer, masks, food, the planning, the travel. Some of these things I have already paid for, some I haven’t yet, but in addition to saving up for school, I have had to take a lot on myself.
If you want to, this is how you can help Hugs, flowers, cards and food will still lovingly be accepted!
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, and from the bottom of my Momma’s.
Its hard to know where to start… my Mother would tell me, “Oh Carolyn, you’ve got this.” Thanks Ma, but this time, it’s really not easy.
My Mom was the kind of person that anyone could talk to. Always with a pot of Timmies coffee making the house smell cozy, she would sit with her cup and listen. She was also good at opening up, and could help other people do the same. Her gift was helping people to see their potential. She could really make people feel comfortable. Many felt the warmth of her laughter, and she had a beautiful smile. I think that these are the things people remember most about her.
I wracked my brain over and over again in the last year for ways to celebrate her life and to show her how much I love her. Ways to honour her memory. I have spread her ashes on mountain tops and beaches, raised money for the cancer society, and have become increasingly dedicated to finding purpose and growing love in my life. I know my Mom would be proud, and I know how much she loved me. But still something has felt amiss, and I want to do right by her.
COVID complicated our ability to mourn together. It meant no hugs. No crying on each other’s shoulders. It meant being far from family, from friends. It also meant no flowers, no cards, no home cooked meals dropped at the doorstep. Not having a funeral made it hard for people to offer their condolences, for us to cry together, to reminisce in the memories together.
As the anniversary of her passing came around, I knew what I had to do. Go home, and have a funeral. To look at pictures of her, to tell stories of all that laughter, and to share in the pain of loosing her. To be with my brother, my Grandmother. To find her a beautiful headstone, to engrave her name into it, and to create a place we could visit to think of her.
Now we finally have the chance to gather and remember. But for many, there is still a risk. Many are still far away, and many have asked how they can help.
So, I am raising money to help pay for the costs associated with Mom’s passing. Most significantly for a headstone and a plot to place it, but also to help pay for all the other things, like her cremation, the newspaper ads, hand sanitizer, masks, food, the planning, the travel. Some of these things I have already paid for, some I haven’t yet, but in addition to saving up for school, I have had to take a lot on myself.
If you want to, this is how you can help Hugs, flowers, cards and food will still lovingly be accepted!
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, and from the bottom of my Momma’s.
Organizer
Carolyn Knapper
Organizer
Port Hardy, BC