Mom was born in Truro on October 8, 1927 to parents Cassie and Lauchie Billy MacLean.
Mom married Everett Skinner on April 14, 1949 in Inverness. Together they raised four children, Kathy, Jimmie, Debbie and Scott.
Mom worked many years at Eaton's and then as a counsellor at MacDonald Hall, Inverness, which next to playing cards and bingo, was one of her greatest joys. Mom truly understood the meaning of the word love and she showed us this everyday through her words and actions. She loved deeply and in turn was deeply loved. To mom, family was everything and she had many nieces and nephews that were dear to her heart, especially her only grandson, Guy.
Mom made many friends, both young and old and always seemed to find something in common with them. At the mere mention of the word "shop" everything else was dropped and she was on the road again heading to Port Hawkesbury, Sydney, Antigonish or New Glasgow with her sister or friends. Mom loved to laugh, listen to good fiddle music and enjoy a nice glass of wine, and if they happened in the presence of family and friends then she was at her happiest.
Mom was predeceased by her husband, Everett; daughter, Kathy; son-in-law Rick; son, Jimmie and sister Sadie.
Left to mourn are daughter, Debbie; son, Scott (Gerrard) and grandson Guy. As per moms wishes, there will be no visitation or funeral service. A private family burial will take place at a later date.
Mom was an incredibly generous women and always thought of others before herself and the list of charities she contributed to are endless. If you so choose, donations in her memory may be made to Central Inverness Palliative Care Society, St. Matthew's United Church Cemetery Fund or the charity of your choice.
Online condolences may be made to: www.invernessfuneralhome.com
Gone From My Sight
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side,
spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts
for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and
strength.
I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a
speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to
mingle with each other.
Then, someone at my side says, "There, she is gone"
Gone where?
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in
mast, hull and spar as she was when she left my side.
And she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to
her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me- not in her.
And just at the moment when someone says "There, she
is gone", there are other eyes watching her coming, and
other voices ready to take up the shout, "Here she
comes!"
