"She walks upon the path at the break of dawn.
When she reaches the sea, her shattered shell will be gone.
The soul within her will then bloom to life,
Darkness leaving, becoming a warm light.
The wind blows through her long golden hair,
Although no one sees her, she is always there
Sadness is upon her as seen in her deep green eyes
Its time, she knows, to say her goodbyes
Don't forget me, she says, for I am always here.
My love for you is very dear.
When I leave, my smile will shine bright
and I will prevent darkness from entering your life."
Written By Lisa Mehta (Cripps)
This memorial website was created by her three children, Dr. Michael Mehta, Tammy Vieira and Lisa Cripps, in memory of Sally Mehta (born Sarah Ethel Mackay).
Sally was born on March 2, 1942 in Ottawa, Ontario and passed away on May 19, 1991 in Toronto, Ontario. We invite our friends and family to join us in celebrating our mother's life and bring joyous memories to those who loved and knew her.
As this year marks the twentieth anniversary of our mother's death, we welcome your photographs, videos stories and any history you can tell us so that we can all know more about the beautiful woman that touched all our lives.
Love , Teri.
I still dream of you often. In my dreams you are still with us. You will always be remembered for your generosity, kindness and understanding by so many of your nieces and nephews. You were gifted with such a wonderful sense of humour. My mom and I still laugh about some of the funny things you used to say and do. Till we meet again dear aunt. With Love Always, Kathy
If I could cross the span of time and bring you back with me, I'd do my best so you would stay, if my wish could only be.You brought so many through times of need, we have lost your caring touch. Without you here the sun has dimmed, we are missing you that much.
Love Always,Cheryl
On another note: This year I believe mom would have been very happy that her grandson, Michael, is getting confirmed on May 19th. Therefore, I will be leaving my usual seclusion at home (as I never want to be around anyone on the day of mom's death). I usually paint that day! Mothers Day, Her Birthday and Christmas are also hard. This year, as its my dearest Michael's Confirmation, I am attending and believe mom would be very pleased. Its a very special day. For those that didn't realize it, mom was very religious although she never preached about it and had a lot of fun at times as well as a lot of tears. Mom was a very complex woman with a heart bigger than most people. She was supportive always and asked for very little. I remember when she took her winter coat off one day when we were downtown as a teenager and she gave it to a lady who had nothing on the street. She hugged her and quietly left. She never bragged about her kindness. In Barbadoes when she stayed there, she was at the hospital, cuddling and taking care of sick children as a volunteer. That was the side of mom most never knew about. She also had the voice of an angel when she sang. I will always love my mother and miss her smile but know she is always in my heart and that can never be gone. Lisa
miss you hugs
I pay tribute to mom by painting something extra special with her in mind every year Although it is not easy with my knee injury and not having the ability to paint straight I do this in her memory. I miss you mom. You were my light and creative muse as a child. You would be proud that dad has continued what you begain. Love Lisa
and to see how many lives she impacted in such a positive way is no real surprise to me. Rest in peace
my dear aunt, I will always carry you in my heart"
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Love , Teri.









Sally - the Hy's Days - from James Brady
“Sally was one of the most gracious and kind people I ever knew. To think that she put up with Pete Purcell for all those years and finally terminated him from Hy’s when she HAD to, although they remained the best of friends and Pete always thought the world of her. Sally was universally respected by both clients and staff – and made a positive impression on everyone. “
when we got sick
When we ever got sick my mom ,would worry but, smile and I remember one specific occasion Lisa and I ,Tammy were sick I was about 16 and my mom said, there was only one thing to do . lLisa looked up into mom,s green eyes with wonder and we both said "what "' she opened the back door to her bedroom which faced the backyard and look she said," God is here it is snowing" and without another second gone by our mom jumped into the snow in her night gown . It made us laugh soo hard we forgot we were sick . Bev i wish she could jump for you too. I,m sure she is .
A Special Memory...
Of all the wonderful memories I have of Aunt Sally, living with her, Uncle Dan, Grandma and Grandpa during my 7th grade was the most awesome experience any young girl could have. I had never flown before nor been anywhere so here I was, embarking on this wonderous adventure to NB, on my way to live with the most popular aunt in our family. Although loved and adored by all, it was the youngster's who came running the minute Aunt Sally showed up.
I remember one day, in particular, where she spent the entire day with me. She had my hair put up in curls, showed me how to apply makeup and dressed me in one of her most elegant saris. I then accompanied her and Uncle Dan to my "first" ever grown up dance where the most handsome man in the world asked me to dance - and yes, he was a young doctor. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.
Aunt Sally was beautiful, charming, witty, elegant and well educated. She was soft and warm, caring and giving. And - she was also one of the greatest storytellers of all time...LOL
We became very close during those months and formed a special bond that remains to this day. It took me many years before the pain of her death subsided. I know, if Aunt Sally were here today, she would be one of my greatest supporters, providing me with all the love and support I need to battle the beast I'm living with.
Dear Aunt Sally, I dropped a tear in the ocean. The day you find it is the day I will stop missing you.