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RITA MARIE BLANCHE HUGHES (née FAUCHER)
Born: Feb 27, 1930
Date of Passing: Sep 21, 2020Send Flowers to the Family Offer Condolences or Memory
RITA MARIE BLANCHE HUGHES
Left to morn are her siblings, Denise Gabbs, Irene Vincent, Rolande (Clarence) Lavasseur, Adélard (Dianne) Faucher, Edgar (Minnie) Faucher, Claudette (Don) Cates, Yvette (Ken) Baskerville, Paulette (Larry) Faucher, and many cousins, nieces and nephews.
Rita was a highly intelligent and successful woman having graduated in 1957 from St. Boniface Hospital with a degree in laboratory technology. She then relocated to Vancouver, British Columbia where she eventually became the supervising technician researcher at the Haematology Research Lab at Vancouver General Hospital where she was employed until her retirement in 1986. Though forever modest of her accomplishments she was part of many research endeavours and had co-authored several papers in various medical journals.
Rita adored travelling and did so for many years. She has graced several continents and aside from being at her home in Vancouver her most favourite and enjoyed destinations were Hawaii and Las Vegas. Rita would travel anyway she could, whether it was first class or sleeping in a car on a rural road in France she would often say "I just need to get there".
Rita had developed C.O.P.D. after a severe fungal infection while in Arizona. She suffered from C.O.P.D. for many years and finally succumbed to her disease on September 21, 2020, at the age of 90 years.
Her quick wit and sharp humour will be forever missed.
In lieu of flowers, please donate to Manitoba Lung Association, 825 Sherbrook St., Room 204, Winnipeg, MB R3A 1M5, phone (204) 774-5501, mb.lung.ca
Graveside service will be held Saturday, October 3, 2020, at 1:00 p.m. at Richer Cemetery, Richer, MB.
E.J. Coutu & Co. Funeral Directors
As published in Winnipeg Free Press on Sep 26, 2020
Condolences & Memories (1 entries)
Rita was so much more than her curriculum vittae or sense of humour. She was an amazing human being. Letter to Rita: Well dear aunt Rita you are gone now. I would have liked just one more day with you. :'( I spent quite a few occasions trying to find your contact information after misplacing it in the move. I'm so sad to see you go, but you suffered so much over the years. I'm glad we were able to connect when I took the girls on that road trip out west. When I lived with you, you taught me an awful lot about life. By example. But you already know this because this was in my snail mails to you. First thing you taught me was Mr. Clean kills fleas. Poor Rex. You taught me, "What is acceptable behaviour in Manitoba is not acceptable in Vancouver." You set a high standard. That served me well in work and continues to now (though I slip from time to time). I wonder if you remember the young East Indian man that came with gifts to I think thank you for the job reference? You turned down the gift so it wouldn't be misconstrued for a bribe and gently explained that. You taught me integrity. You taught me compassion. When I ran Bob's car into a pole because the brakes failed going downhill, I was so scared to tell you. I got me and that old Beetle home and started crying telling you. The first thing you asked was if I was ok. Then said not to worry, it's only a dent. We will just call the mechanic. You made me feel comfortable. You were calm. You didn't yell at me. Not the reaction I would have gotten "elsewhere". You taught me how to not flood your basement doing laundry ... after I flooded it ... oy lol. I'm still sorry about that. You taught me that giant basement slugs won't attack me ... eesh HUGE! I screamed loud. You would regale me with your travel adventures. I was mesmerized. I was hooked! I loved your stories. Even after you told me about being caught in crossfire in Cartagena. You taught me, When traveling, you are an ambassador for your country. Do it proud." And I did! The day you died I was gifted a broken maraca from Cartagena. I immediately thought of you and looked for you again. Now I know why it was broken. I will fix it! We went on a trip to London Drugs and I bought 30 balls of yarn and made an afghan. My first project. You taught me how to crochet! You taught me girls fart and it's ok. It was the beer lol. Oh my gosh that just made me laugh & cry. You taught me that I mattered and that I was worthy. You never bossed. You were never don't do this or that, nor do this or that. You never tolerated gossip nor did you gossip. You never criticized me in any way. Not my habits, not my clothes, not my chunkiness. You accepted me as is. You showed me respect and requested the same in return. When you learned I had nothing from my grandma, you gave me a bowl of hers. She had kept teaspoons in it. I used it in the same way. It was chipped but I didn't care. I cherished that gift. You taught me independence. I still remember the footstool we built for my desk at work. "Let's just try and build one, we have tools", and we did. You taught me feminism. You taught me how to dig clams and purge them. Oh what fun. We had so much fun oh my gosh. Drives all over the place. My favourite was when we went to Cypress Bowl. From Die Fleidermouse at Vancouver Opera House, to 4 am scrabble, to long walks in Marpole or the sea wall, or just hanging out hiding from that crazy neighbour in that creepy corner house on the lane lol. She was as lonely as we were. Those walks killed me, I couldn't keep up with you, and you with bad lungs and weeeeee short little legs! You will be happy to know that I am painting again. I know there are many more memories but these bring me the most joy. I hope you and mom at least got to see each other prior to her going and I hope you and mom connect in the other dimension. Give my greetings to the ancestors. I love you Rita. Sleep sweet. Descansa en paz y respira el aire libre en el cielo. - Posted by: Diane Trudeau (Niece) on: Sep 26, 2020
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