Maybelle Lisk
Maybelle Lisk
Maybelle Lisk
Maybelle Lisk
Maybelle Lisk
Maybelle Lisk

Obituary of Maybelle Lisk

Lisk, Maybelle – passed away peacefully with her loving girls by her side at the Pembroke Regional Hospital on Tuesday, December 17, 2019 at the age of 77 years. May Lisk of Pembroke, kind and beloved mother of Patty Jennings (Fred), Pembroke and Kelly Lisk, Ottawa. Gran to Ian Chalmers (Ashley), Scott Chalmers (Mandi) and Ali Morin (Eric). Great-Gran to Max Chalmers and Beau Morin. Daughter of the late Leslie and Jean Lisk (nee Barr). Predeceased by brothers James, Jack & Frank Lisk and sisters Mary Lundquist and Pat Bowden. Cherished and loved aunt of many nieces and nephews. Respecting May’s wishes, her body has been donated to the University of Ottawa Faculty of Medicine. A celebration of May’s life will be held at The Church of the Most Holy Name of Jesus Parish on Friday, January 31, 2020 at 10:30 a.m. As an expression of sympathy, donations to the Ottawa Heart Institute or Canadian Cancer Society would be appreciated. Online donations/condolences are available at www.mdbfuneralhome.com. To Remember Me At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped. When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don’t call this my “deathbed”. Call it my “bed of life”, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives. Give my sight to a man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby’s face or love in the eyes of a woman. Give my blood to the teenager who has been pulled from the wreckage of his car, that he might live to see his grandchildren play. Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week. Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk. Explore every corner of my brain. Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that someday a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a def girl will hear the sound of rain against her windows. Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow. If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all my prejudice again my fellow man. Give my soul to God. If by chance you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you. If you do all I’ve asked, I will live forever.