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Raymonde Garrioch
April 10, 2017
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<div itemprop="description">Raymonde Garrioch <br><br>The family of Rae Garrioch (nee Nuytten) is heartbroken to announce her passing on Monday, April 10th, 2017. <br><br>Rae brought three feisty daughters into this world; Stacy (Sharon), Kelly (Jeff), and Penny (Greg). Each daughter graced her with grandchildren that brought many joys and laughter to her life; Jessica, Paul, Morgan (Ric), William, Cody and Samantha. <br><br>Rae was born on January 9, 1939 to Edmond and Germaine Nuytten and had one younger brother Eddie, who died tragically when he was only 14 years old. She often mentioned how much she loved her dad, mom and brother and recalled childhood memories of being schooled by the nuns which she often was in trouble with for antics of taking a hole punch to their umbrellas or setting their alarm clocks 5 minutes apart just to watch them run from room to room. This sense of humour was passed on to her daughters. It was an interesting childhood being solely raised by our mom. <br><br>The memories are so vast and all engulfed in humour. Rae loved fishing even though she rarely caught any fish....boots, socks, branches but rarely any fish. <br>She was much better at catching foot-long hotdogs and curly fries from Skinner's. <br><br>She loved animals and brought as many home as she could. Her puppies were her world; most recently China and Abbey. Plants were also Rae's passion, so much so that she would ask her daughter Kelly to go dumpster diving in the nearby florists to save the plants destined for the dump. She often came home with seeds or "clippings" of plants in the neighbourhood. When her daughters questioned where she obtained these findings, her response was always “I was the 100th customer". <br><br>She had purses that held a multitude of surprises at any given time. Left overs from dinners, dishes, switch blades, seeds, 8 balls, poems, and a host of other questionable items. Rae became a bit of a terror on her motorized scooter often running over someone's toes only to declare “you shouldn't have been there now should you." It truly was a sight to see how many groceries she could fit on her grocery runs to the point that she was bought a new scooter with enhanced shocks. <br><br>In 1998 Rae was diagnosed with an aortic aneurysm and given a few years to live. Given her stubbornness she decided that they were "full of crap". As the years passed, 19 of them, she slowed down. So much so that the family gave her the nickname, Zippy the Wonder Slug. This lead to her having more time to study politics and hone her debate skills often going out of her way to acerbate her daughters and grandchildren all the while feeling quite satisfied with herself. <br><br>There simply is not enough time nor words to describe our mom's persona. If you were not familiar with her she often left you with a raised eyebrow, a gapping mouth or riddled with laughter. Even on her last day when the palliative care nurse came to check on her she asked our mom how she was doing. The reply ... “Well, from what I understand, I'm screwed, blued and tattooed!" To her daughters and grandchildren, she was everything. She was Zippy. <br> <br>In Rae's final days, the family was given the gift of bringing her home where she was alert and laughing with us right to the final hour. She was surrounded be her family and puppies, just as she always wanted. The "I love you’s” and how much she meant to us were spoken a million times. <br>Rae requested that there was not to be a service. <br><br>In lieu of flowers or tokens of sympathy, the family asks that donations are sent to any animal rescue in Rae's memory. <br><br>We often sit and think of her <br>When we are all alone. <br>For memory is the only friend <br>That grief can call its own. <br>Like ivy on the withered oak, <br>When all other things decay, <br>Our love for her will still keep green <br>And never fade away. <br> <br>She taught me everything except how to live without her. My heart aches.<br></div>