Lois Edna Luke

My deepest sympathy to Vicki and the entire Luke family on the loss of your mother. My thoughts are with you and your family.

My deepest thoughts are with the whole family, I will miss her very much

Vicki, my thoughts and prayers are with you and your family. May you most cherished memories bring you comfort at this difficult time.

Vicki, Shelley and Greg, we are so sorry for the loss of your mother. Our thoughts are with you and your families. I will always remember our fun times at Ipperwash in the summer, camping with your mom.

Vicki, my thoughts and prayers are with you and your family at this difficult time. She is now in peace and without pain.

Shelley, Vick and Greg - your Mom was always a gutsy woman, right to the choices she made at the end. All the best to you and yours. This poem reminds me of your Mom. When Death Comes - by Mary Oliver When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox; when death comes like an iceberg between the shoulder blades, I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering: what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness? And therefore I look upon everything as a brotherhood and a sisterhood, and I look upon time as no more than an idea, and I consider eternity as another possibility, and I think of each life as a flower, as common as a field daisy, and as singular, and each name a comfortable music in the mouth, tending, as all music does, towards silence, and each body a lion of courage, and something precious to the earth. When it's over. I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms. When it's over, I don't want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real. I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument. I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

Shelley, Vick and Greg - your Mom was always a gutsy woman, right to the choices she made at the end. All the best to you and yours. This poem reminds me of your Mom. When Death Comes - by Mary Oliver When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox; when death comes like an iceberg between the shoulder blades, I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering: what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness? And therefore I look upon everything as a brotherhood and a sisterhood, and I look upon time as no more than an idea, and I consider eternity as another possibility, and I think of each life as a flower, as common as a field daisy, and as singular, and each name a comfortable music in the mouth, tending, as all music does, towards silence, and each body a lion of courage, and something precious to the earth. When it's over. I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms. When it's over, I don't want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real. I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument. I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

Shelley, Vick and Greg - your Mom was always a gutsy woman, right to the choices she made at the end. All the best to you and yours. This poem reminds me of your Mom. When Death Comes - by Mary Oliver When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox; when death comes like an iceberg between the shoulder blades, I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering: what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness? And therefore I look upon everything as a brotherhood and a sisterhood, and I look upon time as no more than an idea, and I consider eternity as another possibility, and I think of each life as a flower, as common as a field daisy, and as singular, and each name a comfortable music in the mouth, tending, as all music does, towards silence, and each body a lion of courage, and something precious to the earth. When it's over. I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms. When it's over, I don't want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real. I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument. I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

Shelley, Vick and Greg - your Mom was always a gutsy woman, right to the choices she made at the end. All the best to you and yours.

Shelley, Vicki, Greg Our thoughts and prayers are with you at this difficult time. I will always keep good memories of my big cousin. RIP Lois

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