Bernice Canning

It is with deep sadness that we announce the passing of Bernice Canning, aged 84, at the James Paton Memorial Hospital in Gander.

She was predeceased by her parents, Ford and Rowena Burt; her siblings Betty (Bert), Don, Glennis, Vina (Herman), and Joyce (Gerald).

Left to mourn with fond and loving memories are her husband of 66 years, Malcolm; her children Danny, Dale (Brian), Dolores (Bert), Darlene (Kenneth), and Dwayne (Jill); her grandchildren Melissa (Trevor), Julia (Kenny), Daniel (Priscilla), Michelle (Corey), Davis (Brittany), Jonathan (Miranda), and Nathan; her great-grandchildren Carter, Abigail, James, Aria, Colton, Hailey, and Kaidyn; her siblings Harold (Grace), Otto (Shirley), Woodrow (Wendy), Marilyn (Sterling), Victor (Rhonda), Derrick (Debbie), and Debbie (Tony); and a wide circle of family and friends.

Bernice was born on August 24, 1941, in Virgin Arm, the second oldest of thirteen children. In 1960, she moved to Bridgeport to marry the love of her life, Malcolm. A devoted Christian, wife, mother, and grandmother, Bernice lived a life centred on faith, family, and caring for others. She was known for her kindness and selflessness, always placing the needs of those she loved before her own.

Resting at New World Island Funeral Home, Summerford, NL. Family visitation will take place Tuesday, March 17, from 2:00 p.m. to 4:00 p.m., with public visitation from 7:00 p.m. to 9:00 p.m. on the same day. The funeral service will be held Wednesday, March 18, at 2:00 p.m. at the Salvation Army Clarence Wiseman Central Corps in Moreton’s Harbour.

Donations can be made to the Bridgeport Cemetery Fund in memory of Bernice Canning.

E-transfers can be sent to canningdolores@yahoo.ca (please use note: Donation for Bernice Canning).

Poem: “A Mother’s Strength”

A mother’s strength is quiet and sure, Her love a light that never fades; She carried burdens without a word, And walked beside us all our days. Not all heroes wear shining crowns— Some simply hold a family together.

Her hands may rest, her voice be still, Yet all she gave will still remain; In every kindness that we share, In every joy and every pain. For the greatest strength we’ll ever know Was the love she gave again and again.