MADGE (Margaret M. S.) BERRY

passed away peacefully on Sunday, December 21st at the age of 92 years, at Windsor Manor Care Centre. Madge was born in Braemar, Scotland Dec. 1st, 1916, one of 9 children in a 2 bedroom cottage. She remembers walking 3 ? miles to a one room school with 33 students. She met and married Ralph (O.R.) Berry from Winfield who served during World 11 in Scotland. In 1946 Madge, with her wee daughter Margaret, traveled to Canada as a War Bride on the Queen Mary. Ralph and Madge farmed an orchard in Winfield until Ralph’s death in 1964 when she moved into Kelowna and lived on Bernard Avenue until two years ago. Mom, Gran, Grannie… was and extraordinary gardener, knitter, cook and baker. Her cookies were legend, everyone was always assured of a cup of tea and cookies when visiting her place. She will be lovingly remembered by her children Margaret (Hank) Groen, and Jim (Connie), grandchildren Davie (Kelly) Groen, Carolyn, Megan and great grandchildren Brandon and Jessica. She is also survived by her brother, Alister McGregor and other family members in Scotland. As requested by Madge, there will be no service. A private family remembrance of her life will be held at a later date. The family would like to express their gratitude to her friends and neighbors for their years of friendship and their caring visits to her in her last years. A very special thank you for the excellent care given to our Mum goes to all the staff at Windsor Manor, especially Tamara , Alison, Shan, Donna, Karen, Vicki, Juliet, Evelyn, Sheila, Randi,Dianne, Stacey, Shelley and others who put so much of themselves into making Mum’s life as comfortable as possible. We are most grateful for your support, compassion and guidance through the last 2 years of our Mum’s life. Condolences may be sent www.mem.com VALLEYVIEW FUNERAL HOME 165 Valleyview Rd. 765-3147. Honored provider of Dignity Memorial

I DID NOT DIE

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sunlight on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn’s rain

When you awaken in the morning’s hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft star that shines at night

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there, I did not die.