Obituary of Dorothy Jean Johnston

It is with immeasurable sadness and the heaviest of hearts that we announce the passing of Dorothy Johnston (nee Eveleigh) in her 93rd year.  Dorothy was predeceased by the love of her life, Vernon, her parents Lucretia (nee Anstey) and Lewis Eveleigh, her siblings Roy, Marie, and Gerry and most recently her beautiful granddaughter, Barbara. She will be dearly missed by her four children: Paul (Marit), Carla (Brian), Dana, and Joanne (Brian); her grandchildren: Kristin (Charles), Ryan (Danielle), Karen (Joe), Noel (Jane), Brandon, Erica (Bryan), Deanna (Josh) and Laura (Jessi); and her great-grandchildren: Joshua, Jacob, Mia, Henry, Claire and Leif.  Also mourning her loss are her many nieces and nephews.

Dorothy loved the simple things in life: a picnic at the gazebo with her family, a game of golf or bingo with her friends, a beer while watching the Blue Jays, and even a Kit Kat or two.

She spent her final days in UnionVilla, and our family is forever grateful to the staff for helping us navigate this loss in the most difficult of times.

Due to the current restrictions on gathering, a celebration of Dorothy’s life will be held at a later date.  Online condolences, or messages of remembrance, may be made at www.dixongarland.com.  

Alternatively, for sending condolences or inquiries regarding a future celebration of life, her children can be contacted (Paul: pjarch@bellnet.ca; Carla: carlaallan@hotmail.com; Dana: jdana9696@gmail.com; Joanne: joanne4girls@gmail.com).

I Am Standing Upon The Seashore
I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white
sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until at length
she hangs like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky come
to mingle with each other.
Then, someone at my side says;
"There, she is gone!"
"Gone where?"
Gone from my sight. That is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull
and spar as she was when she left my side
and she is just as able to bear her
load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment when someone
at my side says, "There, she is gone!"
There are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout;
"Here she comes!"