RETA JOAN WIGGET (ROSS)

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RETA JOAN WIGGET (nee ROSS) Passed away at the Grace Hospital on Sunday, January 7, 2001 after a long and courageous battle with stroke and cancer, at the age of 57 years, Reta Joan Wiggett (nee Ross), beloved wife of Clarence (Clare) Wiggett of Winnipeg, Man. Joan was born at Cypress River, Man., September 10, 1943 to Lawrence and Reta Ross. She grew up to love and enjoy the country with a passion only equalled by her marriage to Clare, the love of her life, in 1961. They moved to Winnipeg where she raised two children and enjoyed many adventures over the years. Joan loved to dance. She loved to curl, to camp out in the great outdoors and to enjoy good times with friends. Always with a warm, welcome smile, she was a loving and compassionate woman, mother and friend who was admired by all who knew her. Joan leaves to mourn her passing her loving husband Clare; son Ken and wife Karen and grandchildren, Clayton and Kate of Winnipeg; daughter Kim Wiggett of Winnipeg; sisters, Brenda (Lorne) Dolinski of Cypress River, Marg (Wayne) Johnson of Glenboro and by a brother Bob (Jackie) Ross of Saskatoon, as well as numerous relatives and friends. Joan was predeceased by her father Lawrence in December, 1984 and by her mother Reta in July, 2000. A Service of Remembrance will be held on Tuesday, January 9 at 2:00 p.m. in the lower level of the Downs Motor Inn, 3740 Portage Ave., for those that wish to attend. Funeral services will be held on Wednesday, January 10 at 2:00 p.m. in the Willmor Chapel, 415 Broadway St., Glenboro, Man. Interment to follow in the Glenboro Cemetery. Friends that so desire, memoriams may be made in Joans memory to the Heart and Stroke Foundation, or to the Canadian Cancer Society. Jamieson Funeral Service of Baldur-Glenboro in care of arrangements. 1-204-827-2480. In tears we saw you sinking, We watched you fade away. You suffered so much in silence, You fought so hard to stay. You faced your task with courage, Your spirit did not bend. But still you kept fighting Until the very end. God saw you getting tired, When a cure was not to be. And with open arms around you, Whispered "Come with me." So when we saw you sleeping, So peaceful and free from pain, We could not wish you back, To suffer that again.

As published in Winnipeg Free Press on Jan 09, 2001