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Death Of My Mom, Aline Clarence (Murphy) Filliol
My Mom died of liver failure on May 28, 2016 at 87 years old. She was cremated and her ashes are buried in the Woodlawn Cemetery, Cornwall, Ontario, Canada.
Obituary for Aline Filliol
FILLIOL, Aline - Mrs. Aline Clarence (Murphy) Filliol at the Cornwall Community Hospital on Saturday, May 28, 2016 at the age of 87 years. Beloved wife of the late Bernard Filliol. Loved mother of Dan (Joanne), John (Denise), Lucy MacDonald, Helen Aardsma (Gerry) and Robert (Carol). Sadly missed by 21 grandchildren and 34 great grandchildren. Dear daughter of the late Alexander and Heloise (Lavictoire) Murphy. Resting at the Wilson Funeral Home, 822 Pitt Street, Cornwall where visitation will be held on Thursday from 7-9 PM. and Friday from 10 AM until time of service. Funeral service will be held in the chapel of the WILSON FUNERAL HOME on Friday, June 3, 2016 at 11 AM. followed by cremation. If so desired contributions in her memory to the charity of your choice would be appreciated by the family. Online messages of condolences may be made in the obituary section of:www.wilsonfuneralhome.ca
Funeral Bulletin for my Mom
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Inside of the bulletin
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I sent a long letter to my Mom this past Mother's Day, the last opportunity to send my love to her on a Mother's Day. My brother Rob graciously read it to her a few weeks ago. I condensed the letter down for my eulogy to be read at her funeral in my absence. (The full version of my Mother's Day letter with photos can be read here: Mother's Day Letter)
My Eulogy for My Mother
Dear Family,
I long to be with you today, to say goodbye to Mom and to comfort you, my dear family. But down here our limitations are real.
I would like to especially thank Dan, John, Lucy, Rob, Carol, Denise and Joanne for the devoted care you gave Mom, especially during these last difficult weeks. She mentioned to me over and over how loved she felt by all of you and what a comfort you were to her. Your actions are a testimony to the wonderful heritage you have received.
I am praying for you all, dear family, through my tears, as you rally together during this time of grief. I send you my warmest love and biggest hugs.
Mother's Day 2016.
This photo was on her casket.
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Dear Mom,
Happy Mother's Day Mom!
I wish I could see you on Mother's Day. But the many miles separate us, even borders between the United States and Canada! I guess there aren't words to say what a mother deserves to hear. But I will try.
Thanks for being a praying mom. Thanks for bringing me to church to teach me the reality of life and to expose me to wonderful Christian folks who understood the meaning of life and lived it out. I cherish my memories of the Loewen and Schmeer family, who greatly impacted my life.
My greatest treasure is my Christian faith and you passed that on to me.
Thanks for the new shoes at Easter and new clothes when I started school each fall. I can still hear the squeek, squeek of my new penny loafers. I remember taking the pennies out of my shoes and buying bubble gum from the candy machines when you took us grocery shopping with you.
Thanks for the Kentucky Fried Chicken dinners after church. You used to take Lucy and me shopping to Woolworths in the old downtown Cornwall. You always bought a banana roll, remember?
My parents were cremated and buried together in the Woodlawn Cemetary, Cornwall, Ontario.
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Thanks for showing commitment to your marriage and to Dad. You always stood by Dad, thick or thin. You were devoted to him and he always came first. Thanks for setting that example for me. I know you really miss Dad. Dad would be proud to see how you have stood strong, made a long move from the country to the city, leaving the home you built together. You have all those precious memories.
Thanks for teaching me basic things like keeping just a little hot water in the sink so when cooking, dishes could always be put in there to soak, making dish washing easier. I can still see you rinsing out the ketchup bottle to get out the last bit of ketchup. You taught me how to be frugal.
Thanks for letting me play softball in the leagues. I loved it and have such fond memories of that time.
I can't eat chicken wings today without remembering those delicious fried chicken wings you made for Saturday night hockey games. I can still see John and Dan huffing and puffing as they tried to gobble them down while they were burning hot! Thanks for the memories, Mom and the late night dishes you did after we all went to bed. I wished I had thanked you more then.
My parent's ashes, spread at my home in Loda, Illinois. November, 2016.
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Thanks for the Sunday afternoon walks along Track road and the hot chocolate we always had when we returned.
Thanks for always being so grateful when I brought you a small bowl of wild strawberries to eat. I remember you smiling and making yourself a fresh strawberry sandwich with butter on toast. I was so proud to bring them to you and make you happy.
I know I had tons of energy and wore you out (remember how you and the Loewens called me "frib-o-fribs". I know that all of my impishness came from Dad's side of the family.
Thanks for the gazillion meals you made to feed the tribe. I have never been able to make meringues like you. I can still hear you saying "don't open the oven door" while they were baking.
Thanks for coming to help out when I had my first baby. I remember you moving the stove and cleaning underneath it. You worked tirelessly and left my house spotless. That was your way of saying, "I love you" and I got the message.
Thanks for not spoiling me and for giving me rules and boundaries. Thanks for not giving me an overabundance of toys and junk, making me think that "stuff" is what life is all about and when you love someone you give them stuff. Thanks for making me work hard. Being a new wife was so much easier because of what I learned at home.
Thanks for the gift of life, Mom. The life you gave me allowed me to give life to ten beautiful children and now this year, adding our 25th grandchild to the family.
And well, thanks for everything!
I love you!
Hugs and kisses,
Your daughter,
Helen Eloise (Filliol) Aardsma
I put my parent's ashes around a newly planted Canadian MacIntosh apple tree in my front yard. November, 2016.
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My siblings had a private service to bury my parent's ashes on the same gravesite as my paternal grandparents. November, 2016. (From left to right, in order of age, Robert, Lucy, John and Daniel. If I had been present I would be have between Robert and Lucy.)
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