Elizabeth Margaret Rose Gregory

Elizabeth Margaret Rose Gregory (née Matthews) would have celebrated her 87th birthday on May 26, 2026. With great sadness, we share that she passed away suddenly on March 25, 2026, just six short months after the passing of her devoted husband of 65 years, Frederic (“Fred”) Nathan Gregory.

Margaret—affectionately known as Margie to her family and friends—was born in St. John’s, Newfoundland, the eldest of seven children: sisters Florence, Debbie, and Suzanne, and brothers Rick, Wayne (deceased), and Harold. Her two daughters, Sherry Lee and Roxanne, along with her grandson Matthew, were the centre of her universe until her very last breath.

Shortly after her birth, Margaret’s father was deployed overseas to serve in World War II and did not return until she was five years old. From a young age, she played a central role in caring for her siblings, forming bonds that remained strong throughout her life. She stayed deeply connected to her sisters, speaking with them often—sometimes for hours each day—right up until her final days.

Margaret was bright, capable, and remarkably talented in so many ways. Above all else, she was an extraordinary mother—loving, attentive, and wholly devoted. She embraced motherhood as her most important role and greatest joy. She was also a deeply devoted wife to Fred for over 65 years. They shared a rare and beautiful bond—true partners in every sense, inseparable and deeply connected. Since Fred’s passing just six months ago, Margaret missed him profoundly. It is hard not to feel that her heart simply could not bear the loss for long.

Margaret had a gift for making the most of everything—she could stretch a dollar further than anyone. Her baking was nothing short of legendary. Every creation was made with care and perfected in both taste and presentation. Growing up, the family home was a favourite gathering place, as friends eagerly hoped to enjoy whatever delicious treat Margaret had prepared.

Her knitting was equally extraordinary. She created beautiful sweaters, caps, and outfits for her one and only grandchild, Matthew, as well as for her cherished daughters and friends. Many of her pieces—intricate argyle sweaters, delicate shell collars, and elegant hats—were made entirely from her own imagination, often without a pattern. Each one was a work of art.

Margaret also found great joy in music. She sang in a choir for much of her life, forming lasting friendships along the way in both St. John’s and later in Bedford, where she and Fred moved 20 years ago to be closer to family. This past week, as the family sorted through her belongings, they found her treasured sheet music and favourite hymn books, carefully stored in a leather case—quiet reminders of a passion that brought her so much happiness.

While everyone always knew Margaret was deeply loved, it became even more evident in recent days. Among her belongings were countless cards from friends, each filled with heartfelt messages that spoke to the deep affection and respect they held for her. During visits to her condo, many of her friends and neighbours shared stories and fond memories. One woman, with tears in her eyes, said that Margaret was the best friend she had ever had.

Margaret also had a love for style and presentation. She took great pride in how she dressed and carried herself, and as children, she delighted in dressing her girls well. Sherry Lee and Roxanne were always impeccably turned out—their outfits admired by other parents, even if some of Margaret’s creative hairstyles were, at times, a little adventurous. No matter the occasion, she would never leave the house without her lipstick on and looking her very best.

Margaret’s life was defined by love—quiet, steady, and unwavering. She showed it in everyday moments: in long phone calls with her sisters, in the care she poured into her home, in the meals she prepared, the clothes she mended, and the countless small acts that made those around her feel cherished. Despite a limited budget, she was known for preparing and sharing food and clothing with those in need.

She leaves behind a legacy not measured in grand achievements, but in the lives she shaped and the love she gave so freely. Her family was her pride and her purpose, and she gave to them selflessly, every single day.

Margaret will be deeply missed by her children, her grandson Matthew, her son-in-law Peter Buntain, her sisters, extended family, and the many dear friends whose lives were made brighter by knowing her. The bonds she created—with family, friends, and community—are lasting and profound, and they will continue to live on in the hearts of all who loved her.

Though our hearts are broken, we take comfort in knowing that she is now reunited with her cherished Fred. Together again, just as they were always meant to be.