This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one,
Amy Louise Friesen
Wife, mother, sister, aunt, friend, kind heart and gentle soul.
Please feel free to post your photos, stories, memories of Amy and help us to honour her memory. This is a work in progress and can be returned to any time.
A Memorial Service was held at Bethany Manor
on December 1, 2018
Tributes
Leave a tributeSean, Jett, and I remembered you yesterday with stories and pictures. We know you are here with us every day, lavishing us with your constant love.
I miss you.
Forever Missed..
I lit a candle for you in a small chapel that I passed by on my walk today. You remain in our hearts forever.
Your love is always with us, and yesterday on your birthday, we remembered you especially. I always picture your warm smile, the light in your eyes when you laughed, the joy you took in all of us. In these uncertain times, it helps to draw your soft presence near.
Much love,
Annie
May your light shine on ...
For Uncle Ed and family, Sheila and I have you in our thoughts and prayers.
Wayne Funk
http://youtu.be/InBrRuocJKM
I am so sorry for your loss. Amy was such a kind, loving person. I remember her stories of driving by herself from Montreal to Saskatchewan with her four children and marvel at her determination. She has been an inspiration to me in many ways. May you find comfort in knowing she has been released into eternity,
With tears, we think about you in these days, and we will pray on--in simple faith trusting Jesus to carry you through these most difficult days, and bearing you up on His eagle wings when the sadness simply overwhelms. We love you dearly, Uncle Ed. We are more than grateful for brave, dilligent, faithful, AMAZING Jackie too. We know God has kept that angel girl at your side for great purposes.
So much love, care, and prayers,
Bonnie and Larry
My sincerest condolences to you all on the loss of Aunt Amy.
I remember her from my childhood as being a beautiful woman surrounded by a beautiful family.
May the days that follow her departure be eased by wonderful memories and the knowledge that she is well and with her other loved ones now.
Sincerely,
Your Niece and Cousin
Jan
I only remember Aunt Amy from when I was a child. Our cousins lived so far away. But I recall her as being kind, gracious, and beautiful.
My family visited Amy and family in Montreal in 1979. She was hospitable and left an impression of generosity.
Our sincere condolences to your family from ours.
Gaye and Walter Toews
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My mother-in-law, Amy
I met Amy at a heightened moment of her fierce mother-love. Her son Sean and I had just met and fallen in love, and she flew to Los Angeles only two months after we'd met to suss out the wheres and whys. Fortunately, our time together put her fears to rest. And I knew I was connected to a man with a wonderful mother. That is always a good sign.
Two years later, I was pregnant with our son, Jett. I remember when we called Sean's parents to tell them. We were so happy to share the news. We told them his middle name would be Michael, after his uncle, Sean's older brother, who died so young. We have always sought to keep Michael's memory alive, and our son has trained in tennis at UCLA, his uncle's alma mater.
I will never forget when Amy, Ed, and Jackie arrived to meet Jett for the first time. Sean picked them up from the airport in his old Volvo, and I was holding Jett and looking out the front window of our Silver Lake apartment. Sean pulled up to the curb, and Amy RAN up the sidewalk and up the stairs to meet her new grandson. I was laughing and crying at the same time. That fierce love was in full view.
I loved her and I loved the way she loved her family.
This may sound small, but one of the ways Amy stays with me is through her numerous gifts to me. She gave me so many stylish sweaters over the years that I would never own otherwise. She had an eye for quality and beauty, and as I shopped for Jett's suit to wear for her memorial, I had a sense that she was right there with me, for I found the perfect suit.
I will remember her in many ways, but one way is when she moved about her kitchen in her blue silk robe, and the two of us setting out breakfast in her Beaconsfield home. I will remember her playing on the floor with Jett, relishing every moment with him. She loved us so much. And I will love her to the end of my time, my second mother.
My Mom
My mom was the embodiment of love for me. She was kind, patient and oh so gentle. I could tell when she was in the room because there was an added softness. I honestly don't know how she put up with her unruly brood of children but she did. She loved her family fiercely and would have done anything for us. We knew this and it gave us the security and grounding to grow into the creative, healthy adults we have become.
No mother should have to loose a child but for my mom it seemed particularly cruel since her children were everything for her. The loss of her son, Michael was devastating and she carried a sadness with her from that day on. I know that she now celebrates her reunion with Michael which brings us all comfort. She was so happy when her first grand-daughter and namesake, Amy was born a couple years after the loss of Michael. All three of her grandchildren filled her heart with joy and were balm to her broken heart.
My mother's hands were full of love. Her gentle touch and caring hugs were loving nourishment during both difficult times and celebrations of joy. He gentle smile is what I will remember most. A smile that lit up those sweet, patient blue eyes. Eyes that saw so much loss and sadness during her lifetime but also held an enduring patience and unshakeable faith that inspired many.
My mom loved trees! I rarely saw her angry but when she heard about trees being needlessly cut down her eyes lit up with fury. She was ferocious about protecting them and even now as I look through old photo albums I found a newspaper article that she had clipped and saved about a forest in her neighbourhood that some school children had managed to save. She talked about trees and their beauty all the time. This love grew into my own artwork which is inspired and infused with her love of beauty for the natural world.
Her gradual decline through dementia was hard to witness as her mental faculties slowly diminished. However her eyes still shone bright and when she finally became unable to communicate verbally she still would hold your hand and radiate love.
I am eternally grateful for my mother's enduring love that she gave so generously to all of her children and grandchildren. It is truly a privilege to be her daughter.