Evelyn Gertrude Neall

This past Saturday, just 30 minutes fresh into the early morning of August 24th, Mum was peacefully lifted and relieved of her pain to begin the next stage of her life.

The heart and soul of her entire self has been nothing shy of setting up camp with no intentions of going anywhere anytime soon, in our hearts. For a woman who was 91 years of age, she never stopped putting in the effort of always being a friend no matter the situation. Always checking in to ensure safety, providing her ever-so

knowledgeable mind, as mum always does at the perfect time. Lets not forget about how caring and in need of a homey environment she always is, always making sure you’re comfortable, right down to making sure there were always treats out to munch on, cards to play and someone to talk to. Mum made anywhere feel like home.

Mum is a figure who stood in many lives as many different titles, with not one relationship the same. She’s a woman of plenty to say the least. From being an amazing sister, cousin and auntie, to claiming officially 2 “Greats” in front of Grandma.

A ‘widow’ who is a wife again.

And forever a beautiful mum.

We all come together each December to not only celebrate Christmas, but because we knew grandma had cards waiting for us all in our Christmas mailbox.

We did it for Mum.

We put in the effort to power through each years personal struggles, to find a date that was convenient for us all.

Not only do we catch up on what we’ve been up to since the last party, big events and all but we’re genuinely together; We give gifts of smiles, belly laughs and eating too much amazing food. We awake the butterflies in all the tummies when that knock on the door, followed by the anticipated jingling finally arrive.

Despite the distance and living being done by us all. 9 decades old and she still managed to stay the same kind, sweet, beautiful, small, flashy Christmas pinned sweater, smart woman that we all seemingly related to each other as more than just “distant” and caught up with on social media. She managed to keep us all together over all the years. Though it was easy, she maintained her wits and that humor that loved to sneak out and surprise us all. She was, and IS the rock. We all knew the same woman, a million different ways. We allLove the same woman, a million different ways.

That irresistibly cute apple shaped face, that was so warm and welcoming, inviting you to just want to kiss every time you see her. The woman who made wedding cakes and loved it so much she didn’t even have to know anyone who needed a cake to be excited to make one. Travelled for she loved being on the road, wouldn’t think twice to go the extra distance even if it meant spending an entire day on the road- to see family and friends because they mean everything to her. No matter where she was headed, it was always worth the trip, journey and destination.

As the years became alive, family and friends had a little less time- Mum always kept her spirits high or the zipper of her jacket which embraced her little friend, Heidi, Mums favorite dog who was snuggled proudly her entire little life. In mums spare time she loved to be creative. Whether that mean sewing an entire quilt from scratch, trying to figure out new ways to evolve her famous Christmas Village which always looked extraordinary, to doing one of her favorite hobbies, Karaoke with her friends

Smiles in exchange for smiles since we were with her. The woman who is unfortunately only now, seen and recognized as the woman we loved and grew to be around. Despite us having her positive self all to ourselves; in which no one would complain, more of her meant more good memories. Patient hands kept her grounded as long as they could for us; but as the day crept into a new one- they had missed her long enough, her pain had reached its end and they embraced her warmly. It was now time for mum to show her positive side just a little wider, to let us all know she’s somewhere where she is much brighter-it doesn’t feel right to share but she’s in good hands.

Evelyn Gurtrude Neall/Stanley was Born August 1, 1928 in Lloydminster Saskatchewan. Peacefully taken by our angels on August 24th at 12:30a.m. who stood close by her in Langley, British Columbia until it was time to finally relieve Evelyn of Dementia and Alzheimer’s, to start the next chapter of her life’s embankment. Predeceased by Parents: John Larmet, Inez Stanley. Foster parents: Roy & Florance Stinston. Husband: Maurice Stanley Neall. Son: Ronald Allen Neall. Granddaughter: Jodie Atchison. Brothers: Bill Stanley, Stan Connelly. Sister: Eleanor Johnston. Survived by her 7 children, 21 grandchildren, 47 great grandchildren and 1 great great granddaughter. Children-Robert, Maureen Neall. Richard, Brenda Neall. Marilyn Neall (daughter-in-law survives Ronald Neall) Darcy, Ken Dryden. Darlene, John Macdonald. Pat, Robin Atchison. Roy, Diane Neall. Cathy, Kerry Warkola. Partner, Laurance Ede. Brothers Bernie Larmet (Lynne), Loyd Hanburg (Shirley) Sister-in-law, Evelyn, Len Caissie. Brother-in-law Bob, Helen Neall. Grandchildren - Marie, Paul Willson. Dianne, Scott McKay. Terri, James Olivier. David, Drina Dryden. Tracey, Khris Gibson. Melissa, Simon Pearce. Carie, Cedric Hunt. Jamie, Adina Macdonald. Erin, Ryan Sinotte. Matt Neall. Jennifer Warkola. Joelene Atchison. James, Christina Atchison. Cory Neall. Danielle Marion.Great Grandchildren-Mac, Shelby, Skyler, Mason, Faith, Tabitha, Autumn, Nevada, Bella, Dayton, Dakota, Makaela, Brody, Brice, Caden, Jayden, Montana, Arizen, Kyra, Lucas, Evan, Brady, Ryan, Sebastian, Riley, Seanna, Gregory, Joshpe, Isac, Abigail, Kaia, Nattle, Mia, Austan, Elisabeth, Hailey, Sarah, Ethan, Noah, Hayden, Alexis, Mercedies, Ceanaa, Dakota, Liam, Aidan, Emmalee-Great great Grandchild-Brooklyn.

With many more family and friends.

With condolences being given, and as we prepare for the next difficult step. Nothing aches like a loss, we have every right to feel sad, lost. One thing I never did feel was mad, because the peace I was warmed with was mum being greeted, and finally back with dad.