Gram, you were so much more than a family member to us.  You were a teacher, a confidant, a shoulder to cry on and a best friend.  You were always there for us in so many ways.

Having you live with us for much of our childhood and adolescence was a wonderful experience that I will forever treasure.  You had such a positive impact on who we became as adults.  I so appreciate your reminders of how lucky we are, how much we have to offer the world, how to carry ourselves in a proper fashion, how to forgive and forget, and how to demand respect by setting the example. 

I will always hold close to my heart the time we shared, your warmth and hugs, the stories of your past, and how willingly you listened.  

Gram, you are the strongest person I’ve known and I will sincerely miss everything about you.  I love you… Thank you for always being you.  

Ps. I still have no interest in going to see Mr. Fernackerpan... but I will miss you asking us.


You don’t live until you are almost 101 years old unless you are a fighter. After breaking her hip, I would come visit Gram and she would be in the hallway doing her exercises and whatever it took so that she could still walk. As others have mentioned, I always looked forward to her cooking. Peanut butter cookies and Jell-O and marshmallow fruit salad will always remind me of her. But what will stick with me most about Gram is her love of family and of slowing down to catch up and share whatever was on your mind. Gram, you made each of us feel so special. I remember Gram often saying that she lucked out because all of her grandchildren were great. When in fact, we were the lucky ones to have you. We love you and will miss you so much! 

What a strong woman!  Beth's father died of pneumonia in 1930 and she had to leave High School after Grade 11.
We remember her showering us with Christmas presents every year and each gift card had a poem included.
She practiced "The Night Before Christmas" poem to keep her memory sharp, even while her sight and hearing were fading.  As Ruth says, she was alert and mentally aware right up until her last breath.  Such a strong will to live, through hernias and a lifetime of asthma.
Beth had a flair for fashion and high standard of appearance.  She loved her Aveeno and could have done a commercial for it, she never looked her age.
She made a name for herself at Chartwell as the friendliest person and frequently found the new residents joining her table for meals.  Beth diligently helped them remember what day of the calendar it was.
Pride!  She had a goal to reach 100 years of age and she made it.  Unfortunately her timing meant a covid-19 lockdown started on her birthday.
Pride!  She was so proud of her grandchildren!!
 

So sorry for your loss, it’s  always sad to say goodbye.
I only met Beth a few times but I knew from the very first visit that this girl was made from good stuff.....truly a remarkable lady!  I loved listening to her stories from ‘back in the day’ and how she didn’t understand the kids these days, they just don’t know how good they have it; she would make me chuckle. Family was everything to Beth and she leaves you with many great memories to cherish forever. 

Gram was as much part of the family as my brothers and my parents, she lived with us and I would see her each and every day growing up.  Even if it was just walking by her door in a hurry and a quick wave, I always felt warm and at home with her there.  She was very hard to get cross, except with her always reminding us how much of a nuisance she was.  Even after leaving the house to live on my own, for as long as she could still write, she wrote long letters updating me about the happenings of the Warner household.   I still have these and the recipes for my favourite birthday desserts, that still to this day we can't recreate the way she did.  Some of the best simple memories were going down to her kitchen on Thursday nights and eating mac and cheese or baked beans or cream peas on toast.  We will miss you but we are happy that you can now rest in peace, Gram.  We love you. 

One of my favourite memories of Gram is sitting in the back sunroom at her Markham home. Looking out into the shady yard while her favourite pup Sam methodically licked our legs. Gram would tell us stories and recite rhymes from her childhood. “Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear. Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair. Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn’t fuzzy, was he?”

My Mom was supportive of all her family . Many times she wondered why she lived so long ( she almost made the 101 years. ) Her strength and ability to accept what came her way was remarkable . Grandchildren and children alike could confide in her , she listened and enjoyed anytime with family members . A great lover of dogs she treasured and spoiled them . Amazing baker we just can not replace her flavours and treats for Birthday or Holidays . Her love of poetry ,literature  and the events of the world around her keep her mind alive . She could recite  the entire Night before Christmas in a blink of an eye . So missed already 

OBITUARIO

Lorna Beth Nicol

13 marzo, 1920 – 23 febrero, 2021

Westmount Memorial Celebration Centre

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