MARIE A. HYATT

Peacefully on Thursday, Dec. 25, 2008 at La Verendrye Hospital in Fort Frances, Ont., Marie A. Hyatt of Fort Frances entered into rest at the age of 81.
Marie was born Dec. 4, 1927 in Fort Frances to the late John and Prozina Mutz. After her mother’s passing, Marie was adopted by the late Alvin and Verna Canfield.
Marie was united in marriage to Robert (Bob) Hyatt in 1947 and together they moved to a farm south of Devlin, Ont., where they farmed and raised their family.
In 1984, they retired and left the farm, moving to Fort Frances.
After Bob’s passing, Marie worked for Rose’s Confectionery and later Canadian Tire. She also will be remembered for her enjoyment of Bingo.
She loved her grandchildren and great-grandchildren dearly.
Marie will be lovingly remembered by her sons, Lyle (Shelley) of Alberton, Ont., Alvin of Guelph, Ont., Doug (Dalkirys) of Fort Frances, Ont., and Len (Wendy) of Thunder Bay, Ont.; and daughters, Carol (Russell) Froom of Altona, Man. and Debbie Barrett of Winnipeg, Man.
She will be sadly missed by her 10 grandchildren; 10 great-grandchildren; and one step-granddaughter.
Also surviving are her brothers, Charles (Susie) Canfield and Glenn Canfield; sisters, Lillian (Claude) Risley and Ruth (David) Vey; and numerous in-laws, nieces, and nephews.
Marie was predeceased by her husband, Bob (1986); infant son, Richard; brothers, Edward Canfield and Wasyl Mutz; and sisters, Alfreda (Mutz) Stinka, Vera (Mutz) Francis, and Eva (Mutz) Forster.
As per Marie’s wishes, there will be no funeral.
Cremation has taken place. Interment will take place in Box Alder Cemetery at a later date.
In lieu of flowers in memoriam donations may be made to the Gideons, P.0. Box 3619 Station Main, Guelph, Ont., N1H 9Z9 or the charity of your choice.
Online condolences may be offered at www.northridgefuneralhome.com
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room
Why cry for a soul set free.
Miss me a little. . . . But not too long
And not with your Head bowed low,
Remember the love that we all once shared
Miss me. . . . But let me go.
For this is a journey that we must all take
And each must go alone,
It’s all a part of the Master’s plan.
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart
Just go to some friends we know,
And burying your sorrows in doing good deeds,
Miss me. . . . But let me go.