She is survived by her parents Dave and Cynthia Ludlow, her brother Aaron (Sabrina), her sister Anna Richards (Brett), her two nieces Natalie and Ruthie, her Pop Cyril Ludlow, Micky her cat, and a large circle of relatives and friends.
Amy was predeceased by her Nan and Pop Stagg, Joe and Edith, and her Nan, Joan Ludlow. And most recently Micky’s sister, Mabel the cat.
Most recently living in Courtenay, BC, Amy grew up in Grand Falls-Windsor and graduated from Bursey Memorial Collegiate. She furthered her studies at Université Sainte Anne, Trinity Western University and Simon Fraser University. She graduated from the Faculty of Education majoring in French and Philosophy. She felt there might be a shortage of French philosophers.
For a while she was a server and snowboard instructor at Whistler. In her free time on the slopes she was always close to getting her pass clipped for exceeding safe speed limits on the hills. Amy on the edge. Amy lived in Calgary for a few years where she enjoyed the sunshine and braced for the cold. Sometime later she returned to the lower mainland where she missed the sun and endured the rain.
She had many passions. She loved playing volleyball in HS, piano, (in private), and snowboarding. From years as a landscaper, she enjoyed gardening, growing plants from seed or slips from friends or roadside plants.
As a French immersion teacher for several years, she was adored by her students. A supervising teacher reported that she connected best with the marginalized girls, those with struggles. One student wrote, “I loved gym when you would come in and kick a soccer ball or just joke around with us. You were more like a friend than a teacher, but a more responsible friend, and I loved that.”
On recently moving to the Comox Valley, she developed several friendships centered around her gardening and church. She valued Kim and Sheila as friends. She spent many hours in the ‘shed’ starting seedlings, mixing soils, and labelling future projects. After working in Anna’s garden, she more than once told her sister about the awesome garden that was coming in the spring.
Of all the things that brought her joy, the best was getting visits from Natalie. That topped the list. She adored her little princess. The visits included playing piano, doing nails, drawing, and making slime. The arrival of Ruthie six months ago added another uplift for Amy and the promise of more visits long into the future.
Amy had a big heart and a big smile. She also had great assurance of heaven. We feel her final message to us all could best be summed up in the words of Julie Miller in her song All My Tears:
When I go don't cry for me
In my Father's arms I'll be
The wounds this world left on my soul
Will all be healed and I'll be whole
Sun and moon will be replaced with the light of Jesus' face
And I will not be ashamed for my Savior knows my name
It don't matter where you bury me
I'll be home and I'll be free
It don't matter anywhere I lay
All my tears be washed away
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