Betty Doreen Thomson (nee Ryan), age 93, of Nanaimo, British Columbia passed away Sunday morning, January 3rd, 2021. Betty is predeceased by her husband, Laurie Thomson and son Gary Thomson. Betty and Laurie were happily married for 67 years.
Betty is survived by her daughter Gail Pitt (nee Thomson), her son Don Thomson (m Patsy), her brothers Mel and Pat Ryan, well as numerous other nieces, nephews, and great nieces and great nephews. She was the beloved Grama of her 3 granddaughters, Katy, Angela, and Robyn, as well as Gigi to her 10 great-grandchildren. She will be deeply missed by all those who knew her, who were lucky enough to share in her sharp wit, and in the special way that she showed her interest, care and concern. A Celebration of Life is planned for a later date, likely online due to Covid restrictions.
Betty was born in 1927. She lived on the farm in Ardath, Saskatchewan.
Seven year old Betty Ryan sat quietly, hidden under her big dining room table. The oversized table cloth draped all the way to the floor so she was sure no one could see her. She hid in the hopes that her mother wouldn’t find her and make her do the dusting. She didn’t mind mopping, but she hated dusting.
She day dreamed about the pony she wished her father would buy her. Just one to replace one of his many work horses. She thought about her feats of shimmying across the tall barn beams over the pig pen, even though it was forbidden, and swimming in their pond on the long Saskatchewan summer days. She thought about her black cat, who had four kittens in her mother’s bed even though Betty promised it wouldn’t, and how she cried each time her mother gave a kitten away.
She dreamed about what laid ahead. Could she have possibly imagined a life so full? A marriage to her love that lasted 67 years. Children, grandchildren, great grandchildren. Pain and loss, joy and happiness. Could she have imagined just how loved she would be by so many?
She was stirred from her daydream by her mother talking to their neighbour, who was overwhelmed by raising her own young family on a farm. “I will send Betty over. She can mop the floors for you, just as soon as she finishes my dusting.”
May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind be at your back
May family surround you, contentment latch your door, and happiness be with you,
For now and evermore
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