Book of Memories for Elizabeth Sarah Hayes http://robertreidfuneralhome.frontrunnerpro.com/runtime/3072/include/storage/3072/DeathRecordStub/474111/Hayes2.jpg http://robertreidfuneralhome.frontrunnerpro.com/runtime/3072/runtime.php?SiteId=3072&NavigatorId=663004&ItemId=474111&op=tributeMemorialCandles&viewOpt=dpaneOnly Book of Memories for Elizabeth Sarah Hayes Recent updates for the Book of Memories http://robertreidfuneralhome.frontrunnerpro.com/runtime/3072/runtime.php?SiteId=3072&NavigatorId=663004&ItemId=474111&op=tributeMemorialCandles&viewOpt=dpaneOnly Frontrunner Professional Book of Memories V4 en-gb Story shared: Eulogy http://robertreidfuneralhome.frontrunnerpro.com/runtime/3072/runtime.php?SiteId=3072&NavigatorId=663004&ItemId=474111&op=tributeFamilyStories&viewOpt=dpaneOnly&gid=story4388 HER JOURNEY’S JUST BEGUN A poem by E. Brennemen, lovingly contributed by Aunt Beth’s friend, Carole Murphy. Don’t think of her as gone away. Her Journey’s just begun. Life has so many facets, this earth is only one. Just think of her resting from the sorrows and the tears, in a place of warmth and comfort Where there are no days and years. Then think of how she must be wishing that we could know, today, how nothing but our sadness can really pass away. And think of her as living in the hearts of those she touched, for nothing loved is ever lost and she was loved so much. Thank you, Carole. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Good afternoon and welcome family and friends whose lives have criss-crossed or been intertwined with this special lady as we celebrate the life of Elizabeth Sarah (Francis) Hayes. Each of you has your own personal history you share with her but I’d like to tell you about my aunt as I knew her, from my perspective. Her mother, my grandmother, was Charlotte McGihon Francis, who was born in Belfast Ireland during the last decade of the nineteenth century. Born of a mother who, because of terrible economic times and strife in Great Britain and Ireland, fell into circumstances that led her to send her three children, two sons and a daughter, across the great ocean to Canada to what she hoped would be a better life. This was the beginning of the story that is the background before Aunt Beth and her siblings were born. As in all families, there were happy and sad occasions shared by the brothers and sisters, hard times through the World War II years. It was at this point in history, when the life of Elizabeth Francis was joined with Edgar Hayes, my Uncle Ed. I remember fondly him calling his wife “Bridgit”. I don’t know the story behind that nickname but I’ll fantasize and believe it was because she was as beautiful to him as the movie star, Bridgit Bardo was on the silver screen. I hope you have had the opportunity to look at the pictures and albums around where she lay at rest, yesterday. These are the photographic memories that portray the highlights of her existence. I was born in 1948, a month after Aunt Beth’s fourth child, a son, she named Wayne came into the world. I would grow up an only child as opposed to Wayne, who had the company of 7 siblings: David (who died in infancy at 8 months, Richard, Diana, Ken, then Wayne, Sandra, Debra and Rhonda. A large family by today’s standards. They grew up loved by their parents. You can imagine how much I looked forward to visiting my cousins in a household that was filled with laughter, joys and tears, tricks and teasing that are naturally found in great quantity in large families. I remember Aunt Beth for the wonderful cook she was. Her spaghetti and meatballs will remain my all time favourite. When I moved to Kingston from Gananoque in 1967 to attend Business College, I would often go over and sit in her kitchen and visit with her as she busied herself preparing meals for my uncle and my cousins. I attended parties and dances with my cousin, Ken in my teen years. I married a military man and was away from Kingston for 17 years, and then our last posting turned out to be back to Kingston in 1990, and once again, my visits to her became more regular and she came to know my husband, Philip and our three children, all of whom will proudly carry her to her final resting place. As Aunt Beth’s health began to decline in recent years and she became more and more house-bound, she would sit and reminisce about the “old days”. Her memories became her life when she was no longer able to go out and make new memories. The little vignettes of glimpses into the past, as she recalled them, were teaching me about my family history and now those memories are mine to treasure and pass down to my children and grandchildren (when they have the time to sit and let me reminisce in my old age.) She told me about her school friends growing up and neighbours that would chat across the fence as they hung lines of laundry. One such neighbour is here with us today, Esther Cyr. They continued their friendship, sharing Sunday night suppers when Esther paid her weekly visits to her long-time friend when Aunt Beth wasn’t strong enough to go out and about any longer. Also newer friends like Carol and Dave Murphy who lived in Aunt Beth’s apartment building on Park Street and they became dear friends. When they moved to Trenton, they didn't forget their friend and always took the time to phone or stop in for a visit when in Kingston. Aunt Beth was the type of lady Richard Dottery must have been refering to when he wrote the poem, A Virtuous Woman. A Virtuous Woman is more precious Than tons and tons of gold She keeps her husband content And teaches her children the wisdom to grow old, With patience, kindness, and love Her cloak the whole day through This woman must be from above Created just for you, To be your helpmate, partner And mother to her children, too This one's so very special God sent her as a friend to you, So Love her and remember her kindly With respect and patience, too Because God sent her into your life To be a friend to you. A dear friend of mine in Fredericton, New Brunswick, when I told her of my Aunt Beth’s passing emailed these comforting words: special people come into our lives and they eventually become our guardians and to know that is to understand that you never walk alone. May God Bless and Keep this Virtuous Woman in His Care and Keeping….my Aunt Beth. Thank you,

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