Wilma Dublin

Wilma grew up in Campbellville, Guyana and fell in love with “the boy next door”, Keith Dublin, whom she married in 1973. She is survived by her husband Keith Dublin, son Kevin Dublin, daughter Marina Mukai, son-in law Jonathan Mukai, grandson Quinn Mukai, siblings Connie Gittens Webber, Chris Shervington, Dawne Jeffrey, and Andra Owen, cousins with whom she grew up Barbara Kobak, Claire Blackmore, and Eon Gravesande. Sister-in-Law of Colin Dublin and Patricia Hyles. Predeceased by her parents, Winslow and Thelma Shervington, brothers George Cummings and Gordon Mortley and cousin Richard Gravesande.

Wilma’s life was anchored in her faith, guiding every major decision throughout her life. As a devoted member of her church community, her involvement spanned decades and continents. Her journey in service began as a teenager teaching Sunday School at Redeemer Lutheran Church in Guyana—a passion she carried with her to the United States for over sixty years. Beyond the classroom, she was a dedicated participant in the Women Evangelical Lutheran Church of America and Human Trafficking Awareness programs, while also serving on the Altar Guild simultaneously across congregations in Guyana, Canada, and the United States.

Wilma was a lifelong educator whose career was fueled by a deep-seated love for children. After beginning her professional journey at the Guyana Teacher’s Training College and the University of Guyana, she continued her academic pursuits in the United States. She gained her US credentials to teach and went on to earn an MBA from Marymount University. While she spent many years shaping young minds as a Kindergarten teacher, her influence extended to her peers whom she mentored with care. Her commitment to learning was boundless; she volunteered in her children’s school libraries, taught English as a Second Language, and quietly financed the education of many others.

Wilma also lived a life of generosity and service to others. This selflessness was most evident in the years she spent caring for her late in-laws, Eric and Vivian Dublin. Wilma’s heart for others often manifested in spontaneous acts of kindness, such as driving around the block specifically to distribute money to those in need. Keith fondly recalls on one of their many trips around the world, an instance in India where Wilma’s impulse to help a child on the street prompted children to swarm their taxi, much to the dismay of their driver. Whether through long-distance calls, handwritten letters, or personal visits, she ensured that no one in her life felt forgotten.

Independent to the end, she revelled in the freedom that driving her car provided and refused to give up the keys. We still cannot find them! A handsome reward is promised to anyone who can provide information about their location. Her friends will miss her spontaneous visits and bags of “Dublin” cookies. She loved all music and taught herself piano after 60. If music was playing, Wilma would not be shy about greeting you with a dance. Even if music was not playing, she would still not be shy about greeting you with a dance.

Wilma leaves behind a legacy of humility, kindness, and unwavering service. She will be deeply missed by the many loved ones whose lives she transformed.