Ronald Delaney

85 - Sydney

Ronald M. Delaney of Upper Prince Street, passed away Sunday, January 25, 2009 at home, surrounded by his loving family.

Born in Sydney he was the son of the late Martin and Josephine (Dawson) Delaney.

Ron was employed at the Sydney Steel Plant for 44 years working in the Wire and Nail Mill until its closure and then the Blooming Mill. He was a member of St. Theresa’s church, a member of the Sydney Steelworker’s and Pensioner’s Club, Club 55, and the Ukulele Strummers. He was an avid bowler and dart player. He enjoyed entertaining with his melodious voice and his ear for all musical instruments.

Ron is survived by his wife Marie (Oakley- Slade), daughters; Jean (Brian) Brophy, Point Edward and Cheryl (Carl) MacLeod, Middle River, 5 grandchildren and 1 great-grandson. He is also survived by his stepchildren, daughters ; Debbie (Michael) Whitty, Brenda (Allan) Donovan both of Ingonish Harbour, Shirley (Bill) Puddicombe, Frenchvale and sons; Tommy (Pixie) Slade, Leitches Creek, Kevin Slade, at home, 17 grandchildren and 8 great-grandchildren.

He is survived by sisters, Mary Tobin, Westmount, Margie (Earl) Healey, Jean MacLeod both of Sydney , Agnes (Marty) MacIntyre, East Bay and brothers, Martin (Ruth), Joe (Betty), Pat (Myrna), all of Sydney, Jim (Cecilia), Wiarton, Ontario and nephew, Gerry (Warna) Delaney, Sydney and sister-in-law Margaret Delaney.

Besides his parents, he was predeceased by his first wife, Helen (Doubley) an infant son Joseph, sister, Theresa Smith and brother Gerry.

Visitation at T.W. Curry Parkview Chapel on Tuesday, Jan. 27, 2009 from 2-4 and 7-9 p.m. Funeral mass on Wednesday at 10:00 a.m. in St. Theresa’s Church with Fr. Jim Oliver officiating.

Interment in Resurrection Cemetery.

Reception at the Sydney Pensioner’s Club.

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When I come to the end of my road

and the sun has set for me

I want no rites in a gloom filled room

why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little – but not too long

and not with your heads bowed low

remember the love that we all shared

miss me – but let me go.

This is a journey we all must take

and each must go alone

It’s all a part of the Master’s plan

a step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick at heart

go to the friends we know

bury your sorrows in doing Good deeds

miss me – but let me go.

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