ForeverMissed
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Eileen (Aileen) McKenzie nee Sibley, 89 years old, born on October 16, 1930, and passed away on July 14, 2020. We will remember her forever.
Posted by Beverley McKenzie on October 16, 2021
Mom you stepped off our path, we understand you were tired, take your rest. As we continue the journey we hold you dearly in our hearts. Its impossible to forget my mom. Many has crossed my path touched the edges of my life coming and going but MOM, is an uncommon person, someone who made a difference in my life, and for that I'm grateful.
Posted by Sandra Lewis on July 25, 2021
My loving, kind and thoughtful aunt you're always remembered for your kindness and love for your nieces and nephews ,I know the angels in heaven are rejoicing for a bless soul like yours, may your soul rest in eternal peace ❤❤
Posted by Nick Aremola on July 24, 2021
Auntie, you’ll be missed by all, but never forgotten! You always welcome us into your home with open arms and love. May you rest in peace forever more.
Posted by Maureen Anderson on July 22, 2021
So many memories. Sleep in Peace Auntie you will always be in our hearts. Cannot imagine Morant without you. The lady who gave me my name. Thanks for everything you did for us. Forever loved.
Posted by Jean Aremola on July 19, 2021
Auntie we missed you greatly
We love . You We miss your warm welcome home
Without you the house is empty. Rest in peace
Posted by val mac on July 15, 2021
Mother, I am missing you so much!
It seems that no one else remember.
Forever missed!
Posted by val mac on March 2, 2021
A flower for my mother!
Posted by val mac on March 2, 2021
Mom, you have been a beacon in the family. Forever missed!

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Posted by Beverley McKenzie on October 16, 2021
Mom you stepped off our path, we understand you were tired, take your rest. As we continue the journey we hold you dearly in our hearts. Its impossible to forget my mom. Many has crossed my path touched the edges of my life coming and going but MOM, is an uncommon person, someone who made a difference in my life, and for that I'm grateful.
Posted by Sandra Lewis on July 25, 2021
My loving, kind and thoughtful aunt you're always remembered for your kindness and love for your nieces and nephews ,I know the angels in heaven are rejoicing for a bless soul like yours, may your soul rest in eternal peace ❤❤
Posted by Nick Aremola on July 24, 2021
Auntie, you’ll be missed by all, but never forgotten! You always welcome us into your home with open arms and love. May you rest in peace forever more.
her Life

Birth

Aileen Adina Sibley, pet name - Curline, was born to Ina Davis and Percival Sibbley 1930, in Farm, St. Mary. Her birth was registered at the Carron Hall post office. The story is she was to be registered Eileen however, the registrar spelt her name Aileen. All her life she has used the spelling Eileen. 
She attended Carron Hall Elementary school. She was the second child for her mother. 
Eileen had 10 brothers and 6 sisters. 
Five of her brothers has predeceased her and one sister.
Recent stories
Shared by val mac on July 15, 2021
Mom had a Grace Thriller album.

The day she died.....

Shared by val mac on July 15, 2021
I didn't think she was going to die. I knew her as a fighter! I recall the days quite clearly, leading up to her demise. 
The Saturday, I was to go home early but I stayed back to do a class recording for a set of students. I called regularly to see if everything was alright at home and could they feed her as I wasn't gonna be home in time. 

A few minutes after I was on my journey, I got a call to say she was coughing and just wouldn't stop. I asked them to give her some water and prop her up but that didn't stop it. I asked them to give her some cough suppressant and it helped. But who was they? They were Jeff and Shannon. Then I heard the neighbour who only visits if she has an interest to know called me on my mom's phone to say she wasn't looking well and still coughing - Oh yeah, that was when I mentioned the cough suppressant.
You see, Jeff was feeding her. He thought he caused it but she said she choked on her saliva.
By the time I got there the coughing subsided. It must have been a helluva coughing because she looked spent - really ashen. She was happy to see me so I took over from everyone.
The talking wasn't so boasty. It was like she circled her words while she uttered them. She told me that she believed she got another stroke but on the right side this time. There was limited movement in the arm (Oh how the tears are flowing as I write), however she did feed herself the turn cornmeal the morning after. She loved turn cornmeal and she loved it soft. I had propped her high in the bed and she was propped high for most of the day.

You know what, I remembered calling my sister's. Sonia was the first one I called and I told her that I didn't like how mom looked. I said, "Sis, if she makes it, she's going to live until October." My mom was somewhat giving me a scare now and again. I was afraid to take her to the hospital because I feared she would not return home.(These tears are just not stopping.)
I was concerned all night Saturday but she was looking good on Sunday. Remember I said she fed herself? Sunday afternoon, she was not able to feed herself and I started feeding her. The food was chewing out of her mouth. I said to myself, stroke!. I gave her some ensure for her dinner. 
I decided to give her soft diet to keep her nourished. I didn't go to work on the Monday. I sent Jeff with a list to purchase, Ensure, Boost and Cereal for her. 
Jeff took so long to return that I thought he lost his way. Mom and I chatted through the day and we both started being concerned about Jeff. 
Putt-putt-putt! Nuh Jeff and his Honda 50?
What a relief! His story was because his bike was not roadworthy, he rode it a part of the way. He left it at White Shop and walked to Spalding. He said he didn't know it was so far. Right now I don't even know if I should laugh or cry because sometimes I wonder about his mental state. Jeff walked almost two miles after he parked the bike. He said he had to take taxi on his way back to get to the bike. (Shake my head.) 
My mother was looking better than the day before. She chatted to all who called. She never once told me that she was leaving. 
I made the decision that I would go to town on the Monday evening and return on the Tuesday. I looked at her, we were joking so I said to myself, no longer than the Wednesday.
She continued to ask about the time; about three to four times. I jokingly asked her if she had a date. She said she didn't want me to be on the road late. (Remembering hurt so much!) I kissed her and jokingly asked her to kiss her pretty daughter. She kissed me on the cheek. It was very close to curfew hours when I left. She told me to call her when I got home. 
I spoke to mom 9:10pm. She asked if everything was alright and how was Matthew. I told her that everything was alright and no problem on the road. 

Tuesday morning the carer called to say Mom was not responding. It was Shannon. Well she said Mom was not moving her hand. I told her that the hand was weak. Apparently, she thought I did not understand and went to call her grandma who called me to say that Mom was not looking good. I told Shannon to tidy Mom and I called Dr. Raju to visit Mom. He reached there in a jiffy and said she needs to go to the hospital. I called a taxi, while they were also looking one to carry her. I met them at the hospital. My mother was unresponsive. (God it seems like yesterday!)
The doctor asked what had caused mom to deteriorate overnight. 
I couldn't answer that. She wanted to know why my mother didn't return to the hospital after she got that stroke February 26, 2011. 
I told her that my mother wasn't I'll. She looked at me, but it was true. She had a stroke and then she was stable.
I talked to my mother who was a soldier all these years. I let her know that we would go through this together. I was prepared to return and stay by her side. 
Late afternoon, she was moved from A&E on to the ward. I saw her settled in. Her church sister and friend called and said to me, "Tell Macky, I love her, just whisper it for me". I gave her the message and named out her children and close grandchildren who loved her. A tear fell so mom was hearing. The nurse aid and a neighbor on the bed told me to dry her eyes.
When I was leaving, I asked person's close by to give an eye. I promised to return early in the morning to bathe her. I went home, thinking how lonely or cold she might be. I didn't sleep well. I wanted to bathe her early. 
I walked in to do my best with Mom but she had passed shortly after I left the evening before.
Forever missed.

Saturday Licks!

Shared by val mac on March 2, 2021
I remember when .....
My mother used to go to Frankfield to shop in Scrammy's Commer minivan on a Saturday morning. People, every Saturday mom goes shopping - we usually say ' to the market', she would beat us when she gets home. Why? We never completed our Saturday morning chores. My mother used to love to beat. It was her favorite past time. 
I remembered when we had bathed the dogs and one of the dogs - Easter was her name, got pneumonia and died. Well, when we saw that Easter was not feeling well. We took her and placed under Mom's bed swaddled in dried banana leaves. 
We told her we didn't know the whereabouts of Easter. She called the poor dog for dinner that evening and she didn't see her. That night while seated at the edge of her bed, she was pondering on the dog. She mentioned the dog's name and she heard a thump-thump like an answer. She then called Easter and she was rewarded with a thumping sound and whimpering from under her bed. My mother's room was board flooring. Well, my mother looked under the bed and saw Easter. We had a lot of explaining to do. 
So we got Saturday night licks.