Maxine Mary Winton of Seaforth Manor Nursing Home, Seaforth, on Tuesday June 30th, 2009, at Seaforth Community HospitaI in her 74th year. Dear mother of William Winton and friend DonaId Boe, Auburn, CaIifornia, aIso survived y step-daughter Patricia Rose, Toronto, sister-in-Iaw Dorothy Winton, Stratford. Predeceased by brother-in-Iaw Gord McMiIIan and sister Doreen McMiIIan, and granddaughter Tricia Rose, and her parents CIarence and KathIeen (Graham) BrichiII.
Their was no funeraI home visitation a memoriaI service wiII be heId at Iater date. Whitney-Ribey FuneraI Home, 87 Goderich St. W., Seaforth entrusted with arrangements. CondoIences at www.whitneyribeyfuneraIhome.com
William Andrew Winton
They spelled your maiden name incorrectly in your obituary mom. It is Birchall, not Birchill.
Anyway tomorrow will be my Birthday. And I am ever so grateful mom to the lovely life you gave me. All the good times, the love, the kindness, the lessons.
I must let you go now, as much as I miss you I can imagine heaven and that you are with the Lord. Thank you God for the wonderful lady, mom, and person Maxine, she was my mom and I am so thankful God
William Andrew Christopher Winton
Dear Mom,
I know that you
are always with God somewhere your sole is free.
Not a single day goes by that I do not think of every kind thing that you did.
I am so blessed to have had you for a mom, and a loving friend.
I cannot be selfish and pray that you are always with God.
I have visited your resting place a few times.
I can barely think of driving out to visit Aunt Doreen, and Uncle Gord and Jims&&single&& final resting place.
I visited Tricia&&single&&s grave and cried.
I cannot imagine all of you up in heaven laughing at all us goofballs.
I am home now mom back in Canada. I know you said you did not want me to come home from California to hold your hand when you passed, and I regret that as your son and have asked that maybe for Christmas that God might forgive my poor choices.
I went to visit Marg, Dad, Patsy, Glen, Scott, and must say that without you and Aunt Doreen Christmas has fallen apart.
I just want you to know that all the love and kindness that you gave was never wasted.
Your last words to me were to me…the day before you died, that “In the end only kindness matters.” I know now to live each day in kindness just kind as I can be….is only a small way that I can give respect and meaning to you as my mom, and to you as a human being.
Nothing and nobody will ever replace your love mom. Me and dad are friends and I know you would want this for dad and I.
I drive by our little house on 712 Jane Street and think of all the wonderful memories. You were the best mom ever, your love is part of my heart.
God rest your sole mom, and I thank God each day that you were my mom; I am a very lucky man to have benefited from all your love.
Good bye Mom I ask God to help me to continue on.
Saying goodbye is just like you said it would be mom….the hardest thing ever…..