Lois Robertson
Sunday
8
December

Visitation

2:00 pm - 4:00 pm
Sunday, December 8, 2024
Brenan's Paradise Row Funeral Home
111 Paradise Row
Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada
Sunday
8
December

Visitation

6:00 pm - 8:00 pm
Sunday, December 8, 2024
Brenan's Paradise Row Funeral Home
111 Paradise Row
Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada
Monday
9
December

Funeral Service

1:00 pm
Monday, December 9, 2024
St. Mary & St. Bartholomew's Church
648 Westmorland Road
Sint John, New Brunswick, Canada
(506) 696-1347

Obituary of Lois Diane Robertson

It is with great sadness that the family of Lois Diane (Irvine) Robertson announces her passing which occurred at Dr. Everette Chalmers Regional Hospital on Friday, November 29, 2024. Born in Saint John, NB, on August 28, 1946, she was a daughter of the late Alexander and Marion (Webb) Irvine.

Lois leaves behind her loving husband of 57 years, David; daughters, Bonnie (Wayne), Becky (Drew), Laurie (Peter); brother, Bruce (Judy); sister, Nancy (Max); grandchildren, Alex, Aislynn (Ryan), Caleb, Konnor (Darla), Meg, Lexi; great-grandchildren, Deaglàn, Garrison; nieces, Andrea, Beth, Mary-Ann, Kimmy, Kathryn, Amanda, Sarah; nephews, Bruce, Robbie, Luc. In addition to her parents, Lois was predeceased by her daughter, Vicki.

Resting at Brenan’s Funeral Home, 111 Paradise Row, Saint John, NB, (506-634-7424). With visitation on Sunday, December 8, 2024, from 2:00 – 4:00 and 6:00 – 8:00 PM. A Funeral Service will be held from St. Mary and St. Bartholomew’s on Monday, December 9, 2024, at 1:00 PM. A family interment will take place at a later date. Donations in memory of Lois may be made to St. Mary's & St. Bartholomew's Church, Heart and Stroke Foundation, Alzheimer’s Society, or to the SPCA.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message 'She is Dead'.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

She was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

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