ANNE FEDICK

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ANNE FEDICK September 8, 1927 - September 9, 2005 Enduring a lengthy illness, on Friday, September 9, 2005, Anne was taken at the age of 79. She is survived by her sister, Elsie Meilleur, Winnipeg, MB, son Harry (Peggy) Fedick, Chilliwack, BC, daughter Linda Fedick, Winnipeg, MB, son Terry (Melanie) Fedick, Calgary, AB, as well as grandchildren, great-grandchildren, nieces and nephews. To those she loved and who loved her, each will have their own memories, family, friends and acquaintances. To her many caregivers, a sincere thank you and many deserved apologies. To a very special person, Minda, a companion for Mom, a special bond between the two became evident to everyone around them. Mom was known to call her, her adopted daughter, and Minda, you also helped me tremendously. A very special sincere thank is just a fragment of a way to express our gratitude. To those that never met Mom, yet, advocated for her, a very sincerest thank you. As Mom requested, cremation has taken place. A private gathering will be held. Dear Mom September, 2001 Dad was taken, I lost my Dad, and a best friend. September, 2005, you were taken, I lost my Mom, my other best friend. They told me the hearing was the last to go Over the weeks, I repetitiously spoke to you, As I did, so you tried to respond, your eyes would blink when you heard my voice, I pray you heard all I said and asked and felt the comfort I tried to give. The day I spoke to you I noticed a few tears. I sensed you wanted to tell me why. The days your weak weight bearing body could no longer eat or swallow, all your body could afford, your weakest crying moan I heard, as I picked you up and held you tight like a baby cradled under my chin, against my chest. As time progressed, the blinking less, I still spoke to you. The last I knew that you heard me, your eyes that always stared off, turned toward my voice, you looked directly into my eyes. I knew then you saw me. A precious moment I'll not forget, the day when I fussily played with your hair, out of the blue you let me know, with an irritated voice you said Don't be a sissy . You understood me like no other and always accepted me. I'm grateful to you and thank you for being my mother. Love you, your Sissy

As published in Winnipeg Free Press on Sep 16, 2005