"Goodbyes are not forever. Goodbyes are not the end, they simply mean I miss you until we meet again".
With broken hearts we announce the passing of our strong, kind, gentle mother Mary Greene on August 29,2021.
Mary is predeceased by her loving husband Ed and her beautiful baby daughter Joanne. Her parents Arthur and Philomena O'Keefe, her in-laws Phillip and Agnes Greene, brother-in-laws Francis Nash and Con Greene, sister-in-law Elsie O'Keefe and nephew Shawn O'Keefe.
Our mother will forever be loved, greatly missed and always remembered by her children who carried the highest of respect, pride and love for her.
Leaving to mourn her 3 sons Ed/Sparky (Annette) Gary (Roxanne) & Phillip. Her daughters, Dianne (Gary) and her granddaughter whom she raised with our father as one of their own - Chelsei (David).
Mom valued family, the more she had, the more love she showed.
She loved every one of her grandchildren, Ashley, Nichole (PJ), Edward (Nicole), Candace (Chris), Jason, Abigale, Brayden, Greyson, TJ(Nicole), Stephen (Brittany), and Kyla (Jerrett), as well as her 13 great grandchildren, Logan, Carter, Mason, Jaxon, Jack, Emmalee, Skyla, Edward, Maeve, Callum, Hudson, Carter and Mackenzie.
Also grieving are her brothers Art and Bill (Bride) and her sister and very best friend Loretta.
Her in-laws Allan (Pat), Vince (Mary) and Shirley.
Along with many friends, family, nieces and nephews. A special thank you to Linda Lake, her homecare worker who mom thought dearly of.
Thank you to the amazing staff at Placentia Health Centre for their wonderful care.
She always loved her flower garden at home - flowers in her memory will be graciously accepted."
Visitation will take place at Coombs Funeral Home on Tuesday August 31 from 3:00 - 9:00 and on Wednesday September 1 from 10:00 - 1:30.
Funeral Mass to take place at Sacred Heart Church, Placentia on Wednesday September 1 at 2:00 P.M.
Verse for the back of the pamphlet for mass:
A mother's love's a blessing
No matter where you roam
Keep her while she's living
You'll miss her when she's gone
Love her as in childhood
Though feeble, old and grey
For you'll never miss your mother's love
Till she's buried beneath the clay