Of Harbourview Lodge, Sheet Harbour, passed away on September 9, 2019 after enduring the horrendous disease known as dementia. She was born June 24, 1943, in Harrigan Cove to Allen Parker Barkhouse and Olive Marguerite (MacDonald) (Barkhouse) Jewers. She was one of Jehovah's Witnesses baptized in 1973. She and her husband settled in various communities around Nova Scotia including Kentville, Bear River, and Halifax where she enjoyed sharing Bible truths with many people. Her other passion was writing. She wrote many poems, songs and short stories. Often inspired by quietly observing the people and animals around her, she was working on writing a children's book of poems but was unable to complete it before the disease overtook her abilities. She is survived by her daughters, Verna (Blane) McInnis, and Barbara (Percy) Beals; grandchildren, David, Joshua, Bryan, Lionel, Jessica, and Tenishia; brothers, Stephen Barkhouse (Rosie), Robert Barkhouse and sister, Peggy (Grant) Gillis; half-brother, Manley Barkhouse as well as many nieces and nephews. Besides her parents, she was predeceased by her husband of 50 years in 2012, Vernon Morrison. She was also predeceased by grandson, Theo; stepfather, Fulton Jewers, and sister, Ruby in infancy. The family wishes to thank with gratitude all the staff at Harbourview Lodge for the exceptional care and concern shown to Rosemary while in their care. Cremation has taken place. Memorial service will be held on Saturday, September 14th at 2 p.m. in Kingdom Hall of Jehovah's Witnesses, 6192 Charles St., Halifax. To leave an online condolence, please visit: www.jasnowfuneralhome.com. As a writer, it is only fitting she should have the last word so the following is a poem she completed in 2013 after receiving her diagnosis. It is one of the last creative works she was able to complete.
Dementia
As I go back in time among my memories,
I'll find the ones that often make me smile.
Little things forgotten; yet, somewhere in my mind.
I must return to things I've left behind.
The shadows of today will be forgotten,
And I'll walk down familiar paths back home.
I'll see dear friends and family from my childhood,
As I relive the years I've left behind.
So if I seem distracted; forgetting you at times,
And talk of things that you can't understand,
I've slipped into a memory, a place of long ago,
So pleasant I must linger for awhile.
I cannot understand these days I live in,
And strangers come and go; I wonder why.
So I escape to places I remember,
The places of my childhood long ago.
As time slips by I may not seem to be here,
Although I still sit rocking in my chair.
If you should see a smile appear from nowhere,
Perhaps a tear or two upon my cheek,
Do not feel sad; but hold my hand.
We'll think of happy times.
And you can bring me comfort,
As I travel back in time.
- Rosemary Morrison
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