Kathleen Mary Richardson

September 30 , 1934 – January 21 , 2019

Mary Kathleen Richardson was born on September 30, 1934 , to Henry and Ethel Connolly, in Revelstoke , B.C.

Kathleen met and married Roderick Richardson on August 1, 1953.(Roddy, as she affectionately called him) They lived in Revelstoke , B.C. , where their 3 children were born.

Kathleen was baptized in the Columbia River as one of Jehovah’s Witnesses on July 6, 1958. She loved reading the bible and one of her favourite scriptures was Job 33:25. She also loved opera , animals , Mount Begbie and taking her grandchildren to “the dog house”. Most of all she loved her family, always surrounding herself with family photos. She would call or face-time , sometimes just to make sure we were “ok”.

She is survived by her 3 children, David (Sherry) Richardson, Wayne Richardson and Janice (Todd) Felski; her 6 grandchildren, Bobbi (Jason) Rorke, Brenton (Shannon) Richardson, Nathan (Amanda) Hodgins, Tessa (Delbert) Malpass, Kyle (Ginny) Hodgins, Johnathan (Tiffany) Richardson; 10 great-grandchildren , Triston Rorke, Jacob Rorke , Malachi Richardson, Keiran Richardson, Aurthur Hodgins, Mckenzie Richardson, Peirce Richardson, Lydia Malpass, Garrett Hodgins and Ryker Richardson. Her sister in-law Zora Connolly, and many nieces and nephews.

She is predeceased in falling asleep in death by her parents, Roderick Richardson, and her siblings , Beatrice Holdner, Mavis Holden , Daniel Connolly, and her daughter in-law Janet Richardson.

“He will call”

(Job 14:13-15)

Life, like a mist, appears for just a day, Then disappears tomorrow. All that we are can quickly fade away, replaced with tears and sorrow. If a man should die, can he live again? Hear the promise God has made: He will call; The dead will answer. They live at his command. For he will have a longing for the work of His own hand. So have faith , and do not wonder, for our God can make us stand. And we will live forever, as the work of His own hand. Friends of our God, though they may pass away, will never be forsaken, all those asleep who in God’s memory stay, from death he will awaken. Then we’ll come to see all that life can be: Paradise eternally. He will call; The dead will answer. They will live at his command. For He will have a longing for the work of his own hand. So have faith, and do not wonder, For our God can make us stand. And we will live forever, as the work of his own hand.