Wade’s Obituary
Wade Charles Newcombe of Tremont, Nova Scotia. If this is in print, then I have passed away on March 27, 2021. Born in Middleton on May 27, 1956, the son of the late Joyce Irene (Wentzell) (Hoffman) Newcombe and Harry Galen Newcombe. After my parents’ death at a young age, I was raised on the farm of my late father in East Torbrook by his sister, my Aunt, the one I called and loved as a mother the late Dorothy Odessa (Newcombe) Tattersall. Even though at times it was hard growing up on a farm, it was the best of life. I worked at Soldiers’ Memorial Hospital, Middleton as a cleaner for 25 years. A job I was proud to do in a place where even a cleaner made a difference at that time. I also lived in Middleton, Wilmot, New Albany, and lastly in my late aunt Esther and uncle Ross’ home in Tremont, where I spent so much time, truly my second home, in my youth. While in Wilmot, I owned and ran an antique shop, Auntie’s House Antiques, named in honor of my great aunt Sophia (Uhlman) Young, whose home I and my husband Yves owned at the time and lived in for over 20 years. I leave to mourn my passing my partner and husband of 32 years, Yves Tremblay, my beautiful girl, Lily who gave me much love and joy, and kisses. Oh, the walks with my girls were so special as they ran through the fields and woods chasing birds and squirrels and freedom. Sadly, we lost our Ginger girl on January 21, 2017. We got another little girl, born October 1, 2018, Sadie a French bulldog, Lily has another sister now. What joy she has given us as a family. My sisters, Valerie Laverne Hudgins of Harmony, how I have enjoyed our evening visits, brother loves you, and Sharon Joyce (Hoffman) Lynds of Middleton; cousin, Pamela Dawn (McGinnis) Morton of Tremont, who I loved as a sister. There once were four cousins Heather, Robert, Wade, and Pam, now you are left alone. Cling to your memories and know I have loved you dearly, stay strong; cousins, Marie (Morse) Bigelow; Thelma (MacLean) Porie; David Owen Tattersall and Judy; nieces, Susan Wendy Newcombe, of Sask., your uncle has always loved you and Shonna Marie Hudgins of Harmony, who came and spent such wonderful times with her uncle. Oh, the joy you brought into my life, as I said many times uncle loves you. You always did me proud, dear girl. Four nephews, Shane Newcombe, Alberta; Shannon Lynds, Torbrook; Jerry Lynds, Halifax, and Luke Hudgins, British Columbia; my special cousin, Kailan Ross McGinnis Armstrong whose visits I so enjoyed. You always made me proud and his sweet little girl, Ayla; cousin Heather’s son, Sean McGinnis, Whitehorse, Yukon; my grandniece Payton and sister-in-law, Peggy (Newcombe) Meeds; along with many more wonderful 1st, 2nd, and 3rd cousins; some wonderful friends who were my chosen family Neil Morton, thanks for always being so kind to me; Carol Ann and David MacLean; Graham Veinot and David; Connie Taylor and Connie White; Lois (Keddy) MacLean, your evening phone calls were so welcomed, Carola and William “Bill” Manchester; Elizabeth “Betty” Sawler; Fern and Beaula Barkhouse; Kirk Lowe; William “Bill” Crocker; Jennie Kneen and Stephen. The love and enjoyment my dear friends brought to me through the years were wonderful. I cherished you all in so many ways. Throughout my life, I lost many I loved and those people were: my parents Harry and Joyce Newcombe, my brother Robert Galen Newcombe, my grandmother Irene Wentzell, my chosen brother and dear friend Ronald “Ron” Elliott, dear cousins Heather Lynn McGinnis, Pasty (Stillwell) Bater, Jean (McLean) Reed, my dear aunts Bertha McLean, Dorothy Tattersall, Esther McGinnis, Sophia Stillwell, Margaret Morse, Ida Newcomb, uncles Lloyd Newcomb Sr, Kenneth McLean, Ross McGinnis. My family was important to me and the time spent with them was wonderful. One of my greatest loves of life was gardening; having my bare hands in the soil of mother earth was such joy for me. Therefore, I want my body in its natural state so it shall feed the earth. I always left any home we had looking much better than we found it when it came to beautiful flowers and trees. I planted many trees for others down the road to enjoy their shade on a hot summer day. I loved antiques, yard sales, and flowers including mayflowers, poppies, forget-me-nots, and yellow roses, as well as birds, the moon, the stars, the ocean, and the smell of a freshly cut hayfield. I loved the song of the first peepers of spring and the feel of the sun on my face on a spring day. I loved Christmas, music, dancing, peanut butter, and I loved God. Facebook was my social outlet and I cherished my family and friends who connected with me there. I only want a very private committal service of my body at my gravesite in Torbrook Mines United Church Cemetery beside my dear young mother. Dearest Mother, I never had you through life, I shall have you in death. As for flowers, I only want those attending to bring one single yellow rose. In my young mother’s garden grew a yellow rose. I have always had a piece of it in any garden I have had. Mother’s yellow rose was a special treasure to me. No donations in my memory but if one feels they must, then it’s my wish you buy yourself a lovely flower and enjoy it and think of me, life has been good. It was a gift that I enjoyed and loved sharing with those closest to me. I thank everyone who loved and spent time with me. I cannot begin to explain how I feel about my husband and life partner, Yves. You taught me so much about life and courage. I loved you from the first moment I think I saw you. How handsome you were way back then and still are. We had a wonderful life together restoring auntie’s house in Wilmot and living out in the woods on a brook in New Albany and lastly in Tremont. Thank you for everything you did for me. Enjoy the rest of your life, I pray it shall be kind to you. And when it’s your turn to come, I will be here waiting for you dear friend and husband of mine. So now I lay me down to sleep. I pray to God my soul to keep. I earned my rest the most peaceful sleep of all. If I sleep a thousand years, it shall be but a day. And when I wake, I pray I shall go and touch the face of God. I shall so look forward to seeing my parents, it’s been a lifetime since I have, I have missed them all my life. Many times a memory sneaked out of the corner of my eye and ran down my face. Also, my brother and those family members and friends who I have loved and lost during my time on this earth. I shall call out every dog’s name I ever had in my life and may they gather around me and bring back the love and joy they gave me while on earth. Thank you to my family and friends who carry me to my open grave; truly think of it as an honor. I have never found it easy to ask someone to do something for me, this I must, thanks to you all. Do not mourn for me but only believe that cancer destroyed my life and body and now I am free. Death is a debt in nature due which I have paid and so must you all. Tears have wisdom all their own. They come when a person has relaxed enough to let go and work through his or her sorrow. They are the natural bleeding of an emotional wound carrying the poison out of the system. Here lies the road to recovery for you all. God bless you all here today and know I have loved you. Even though I am gone, I still love you. Love never dies. Thank you all, Wade Charles Newcombe.
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Our most sincere sympathies to the family and friends of Wade Charles Newcombe May 27 1956 March 27 2021..
Death notice for the town of: Middleton, Province: Nova Scotia