It’s been 6 years…
I still hear your voice.  I still see your hands. I still eat from your plates. I still know your smile. I intuit your questioning glances. I always feel your love, your joy, and your love of life. Thank you for the gift of my interesting  life.  I miss you and Dad  being here in body.  I embrace the gift of your ever-present spirit. Peace. 💐

I am quite late to this, but I wanted to extend my condolences to my high school friend Alex, who devoted herself to making me laugh in French class several decades ago. Grieving is hard. Loss is hard, even when it's a parent who lived a good, long life. I hope you get your wish to be with your parents again one day, and I also hope that it won't be for a long time yet.

Thinking of both of you today.  ❤️❤️

Mom, the 3 years since your death have been interesting, to say the least.  I keep a picture of you and Dad in a place where I see you many times a day.  I talk to you.  I miss you. I am so appreciative for the life you gave me.  I enjoy having opportunities to talk about you with other people.  I am proud to have had you for my mother.  You once said that your death would move Malcolm and I to the front of the line; we would become the ones to take charge, and be looked to for direction.  Sometimes it is not easy, but we have a solid foundation for being capable in that role.  I still ask “ what would Mom do or say?”,  and an inner voice guides me. I love you. Rest in peace. 💐

I am sitting at my desk thinking of you, as I so often do.  So many times since your death, I have thought "I wish i could tell Mom about my latest adventure. I'm going to give her a quick call." 
Thank you for the gift of my wonderful life. Thank you for the gift of your extraordinary parenting. Save me a spot near you and Dad when my time comes, and I hope it is not for a long while yet. 
I love you Mom.

Who knew I had an older sister to love and cherish? We met 4 ,short, years ago and have enjoyed many long chats since then.  We shared a Father and so much more.  I will miss you sister but my love for you will remain with me all the days of my life. I hope you are enjoying what comes after this life with your soulmate, Norman.

Barbara is my first cousin and I spent a lot of time with her at her home in Toronto. I have always admired her.  Though she probably found me a pest at times, for I was always into her things. She had some neat wooden clogs that I loved to wear and a Barbara Ann Scott doll!  She was a beautiful talented girl and woman.  I remember the picture of her for her Tap Dancing recital. I wish I had it to share. I went with my Aunt to visit her at Mrs. Muir's when she was doing her internship and met her wonderful friend Gillian and of course her husband to be, Norman.  Since I moved to Florida our visits have been yearly.  I am grateful that we had time for a good visit last year. I will miss her. My condolences go out to all her family.

My Auntie Barb.... Such wonderful, fond memories. She and Uncle Norm were our "aunt and uncle", since my brothers and I have none. Visa versa for Alex and Malcolm. Our parents (that's our dad, John, in the baptism photo - with the cool shades on)  were Alex's Godparents and Uncle Norm and Auntie Barb were mine . And they took that job very seriously - birthday, Christmas and Easter cards and a lovely note every year, there for my baptism and confirmation and the occasional phone call just to check in.  Growing up, we spent many summer weeks at their cottage or all of them at ours (which Uncle Norm helped build back in 1952) , as well as Christmas times in either St. Catherines or Toronto. David and I remember her singing in the kitchen at their cottage , our moms dancing around the living room, swimming or cooking, chatting up a storm. And I remember how easily she laughed at our childhood antics... what a wonderful laugh! She would often read stories to me, let me help her in the kitchen and play board games or cards with me when all the "big" kids had better things to do. She never made me feel like I was in the way.  I will never forget thinking how beautiful she looked in her formal kilt and Uncle Norm in his, as they went off to dance or some special occasion. Auntie Barb encouraged us, fed us, put up with us, bandaged us, cheered us up, made us laugh, gave us heck when we needed it, probably prayed for us a lot... and was a wonderful, beautiful influence on all us Blatherwicks (adults and children). 
Oh,  what a lucky kid I was to grow up with Auntie Barb and Uncle Norm in my World! And blessed to this day to have Alex as my "cousin" still. 

My deepest condolences to the Macdonald family. I knew Barbara, or Mrs. Macdonald as the mother of Alex who is a long time friend of mine. We used to spend time at the cottage years ago.  Some of that time was spent with both Barbara and Norman there as well (and yes Malcolm). Memories of great conversation, laughter and genuine friendship will always stay in my mind and heart. 
Ria Bleumer

Will miss you ‘sis and our regular “fireside” chats. Feel like we were only really just beginning to truly know each other and I will miss continuing down that road with you. Fate and circumstances brought us together late in life but we made a lot of the time we had together. Love you and will miss you. 

OBITUARIO

Barbara June Macdonald

8 junio, 1935 – 30 julio, 2018

Hulse & English Funeral Home & Chapel

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