Something told me to google the name Eleanor Hambley, and I found out why as I found her obituary, and it was a wonderful tribute to her. So sorry to hear of her passing. My condolences to all in her extended family. She is now another angel in heaven.

Diane White

Sharon, Gary, Marion, David, Phil, Laura, and family’s

What a beautifully written obituary honouring your mother. It’s been 46 1/2 years since we’ve connected, in life good memories are like a crooked road that never ends until our mind says different.

It was nice to be able to view the funeral service, and graveside service for your mother online.

I remember one time at your home your mother asked me to say the Lord’s Prayer not quite sure what happened at the moment but I went totally blank.

Funny now but at the age of 17 being raised Catholic I was totally embarrassed, your mother said oh don’t worry Malcolm it’s OK, when I left she gave me a Pieta Prayer Book and a medal.

I was sad to hear your mother’s Book of Life has ended. The sorrowful feeling of death in our heart tends to get heavy but does lessen over time, as our mind allows our broken hearts to mend. The good memories will continue on. The best part of death that keeps living on is all the good memories that get passed along. When I say good memories continue on we can never replace what we’ve lost. Remember a memory or good thought come at no cost.

Death is a reminder of how precious life is. Until someone experiences the grief from a death it would be hard to understand the true meaning or how we feel as individuals. Not in our mind they couldn’t understand how we feel, this being our broken heart.

A death now allows our mind to fully accept the end is over which we have no choice. We then can understand and accept their book of life has ended. Death being somewhat of a fear, if we don’t have fear of the end we can live a content life knowing we have accepted something we cannot change. One choice we have no control of is the end.

Their new trail is not for us to see, we have to live what they lived our life journey and only then we will see, what’s in their new book of life called memories.

On this life journey which we are all on, our journeys much shorter; it’s here then it’s gone. As we take each day forward staying on life’s path, we will still have tears of sadness but good memories always last.

The memories of your mother and father will help keep you going on as their now resting in peace as the memories are passed on.

Warm regards to all

Malcolm Mcdonald

Rob and I are so very sorry for your family's loss. Even though we didn't have the pleasure of meeting Eleanor, she must have been an incredible person to have raised such wonderful people. Thinking of you all and sending so much care,

Nina Hornjatkevyc and Rob Kelly

Eleanor was a kind and compassionate person who never said an unkind word about anyone.

In recent years haven't been able to connect with her, but have thought of her often.

May she rest in peace with her beloved Barry.

Her spiritual friend, Anne Pawelek

My favourite memory of Aunt Eleanor is when, back in 2000, my Dad, her brother, Ed Puchniak was terminally ill and she came all the way from Calgary to Kingston, ON. by herself to visit her dear brother. I'll never forget that. She was so kind and gentle. My deepest condolences at this very difficult time, Sharon, Gary, Marion, David, Philip, Laura and care companion Cheryl. With, love, Cousin Christine Thompson (Puchniak)