LEAFIE (BUNNIE) GRAY

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LEAFIE (BUNNIE) GRAY (nee ROBINSON) On Saturday, March 15, 2003 at Charleswood Care Centre Leafie passed away at the age of 82 years. She is survived by her son Garry Gray and wife Noel of Lockport, MB; daughter Colleen Holmes and husband Alan of Winnipeg, MB; and grandson Trevor Gray of Winnipeg. She also leaves to mourn her passing, her brothers and sisters in Pembroke, ON, Wally Robinson and wife Betty, Gerald Robinson, Joyce Whitehead Trevor Robinson, Beverley Lance and husband Parnell. She was predeceased by her mother Marie, father Trevor and brother Paul. On March 15, 2003 we said good-bye to our Mom, Leafie. Mom was born in Pembroke on July 29, 1920. She spent the happiest part of her life in Winnipeg being a homemaker, a mom, an incredible hostess to countless friends, an avid gardener who could turn a sand dune into a veritable English garden and a rescuer of thousands of appreciative homeless pets. Her rare and unrefined sense of humour, her strength and passion for helping challenged individuals are just a part of what gave her the unique ability she had to touch peoples hearts in all walks of life. Thank you Mom for the time that you gave us to share your love, guidance, sense of humour, passions and strengths. A special thank you to our Dad David for his love and support throughout this difficult time. We would also like to thank the Charleswood Care Centre staff, especially those on the SNU, for the loving, compassionate care that they provided over the last six and a half years; because of the support and caring of the staff, Bunnie flourished and once again became the spunky, energetic and self determined woman that she took pride in being. You allowed her to be herself and for that we thank you. Bunnie has been cremated so therefore we will be having a celebration of her life on Wednesday, March 19 at 2:00 p.m. at Cropo Funeral Chapel, 1442 Main St. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Winnipeg Humane Society or a Pet Rescue Shelter of your choice. When I die, give what is left of me to children. If you need to cry, cry for your brothers and sister walking beside you. Put your arms around anyone and give them what you need to give to me. I want to leave you with something, better than words or sounds. Look for me in the people I have known and loved. And if you cannot live without me, then let me live in your eyes, your mind, and your acts of kindness. You can love me most by letting hands touch hands. Love does not die. People do. So when all that is left of me is love . . . Give me away . . . . CROPO FUNERAL CHAPEL 586-8044

As published in Winnipeg Free Press on Mar 18, 2003