Comments on: Alice Caroline Thirlwall (nee Dexter)

By: Linda Donsberger

Linda Donsberger — Thu, 18 Nov 2010 17:09:01 +0000

sorry for your loss

I’m working on a family tree which includes the “Thirlwall” name. Our tree includes a Harold Thirlwall who married Daisie Stokes and they both die in Victoria BC. Harold had a brother Arthur Leslie Thirlwall who married Opal Holifer. They divorced but Arthur died in Burnaby, BC. Because Alice’s late husband’s name was Harold Leslie, I wondered if there was any connection. Would be glad to hear from you.
Mnat thanks,
Linda D.

By: Sharon McKie

Sharon McKie — Sun, 31 Jan 2010 04:53:01 +0000

Janice
My heatfelt sympathies to you for the loss of your mother Alice.
I am the daughter of Kenneth & Betty Hill and the grand daughter of Cleo Aitken. I visited last Alice about 5 years ago, and we had tea and chatted about genealogy, of which I am very much into. It was nice to see her again after a such a long time. She showed me many treasures she had, one in particular a gold pocket watch engraved with my great grandmothers name Velena Leveille on it. She was patient with me as I asked her many questions about our family history of the Thirlwalls and the Levelles’. She was quite the lady I must say, full of vim and vigor and vitality. She was very proud of her grandson Ryan, and I feel sure that you are also. I am sure that your family will miss her greatly. Although I have not seen you for years Janice, I just wanted to send my condolances.
Sharon

By: Andrea Diercks

Andrea Diercks — Fri, 29 Jan 2010 23:52:45 +0000

I’m so sorry for your loss Mom and Ryan. I loved Grandma so much i will miss her calling me a smart ass Im here for you guys through this tough time. I know you guys miss her dearly but shes living on in each one of you. Love you lots xo

By: Sandra Giesbrecht (Carter)

Sandra Giesbrecht (Carter) — Fri, 29 Jan 2010 16:46:09 +0000

My thoughts are with you during this time.
Hopi Prayer
-author unknown

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint in the snow.
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain.
I am the autumn’s gentle rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there,
I did not die.