In Memory of
Wilma McLaughlin
Visitation
Service
To Be Announced
McLaughlin: Wilma Catherine
It is with a heavy heart that we wish to let our friends and extended family know about the passing of the fabulous Wilma Catherine Sturgeon McLaughlin.
We could go on about how she was a wife to Carl, mum to Kelly, Kim & Jeff, and granny to Roman, Sydney, Austeja & Vyte, but that all seems very formal for a woman who was anything but.
Wilma lived life on her terms. She was the kind of woman who, at the age of 21, tossed a coin between immigrating from Scotland to Switzerland or Canada. Canada got lucky, and it has never been the same.
She who spoke her mind on no uncertain terms, and while it was harrowing to be on her bad side, those on her good side could rely on her unshakable loyalty, discretion and hospitality. It’s no wonder that Wilma had many friends. She was the belle of the ball and could sing and entertain a crowd at the drop of a dime.
Anyone who spent more than five minutes with her knew she was funny. I’m talking tears-running-down-cheeks-can’t-breath-because-you’re-laughing-too-hard funny. Life of the party, breaking out the bagpipe music and swinging the broomstick like a drum major’s mace. She was quick with a drink, a story and always had an extra bed for visitors from both Scotland and New Brunswick.
She was fierce. Terribly fierce. She fought death tooth and nail, like Boudicca against the Romans, and like that ancient warrior queen, it was her ferocity that led to her downfall. So determined was she to ignore any sign of weakness, that she ruled out that which could have helped her.
But even as we grieve, we also must concede that our Wilma died exactly as she lived: On her own terms. There were no hospitals, no doctors, no IVs. She died peacefully at home, tended by her husband, a few hours after seeing her eldest daughter and grandkids.
We doubt that Wilma could have anticipated the gap she’d leave at her passing. It’s like when the music stops and the life of the party suddenly departs. We can’t help but feel disappointed and a tad bewildered, as we drag ourselves home, a little worse for the wear, yet secure in our belief that it was a damn good time. But not for our Wilma, of course. For her, the party is not over; it has simply followed her to a new location.
Wilma will be missed on so many levels, and by so many people. For us, her family, we are simply grateful for the time we were given, and we assure every one of you: It was an adventure.

Nos plus sincères sympathies à la famille et aux amis de Wilma McLaughlin – 2016.source

avis deces Wilma McLaughlin – 2016- avis mortuaire Wilma McLaughlin – 2016