Irma Mae Rourke

Irma Mae Rourke (Lockhart), 92 of Windsor passed away June 12, 2017 in Dykeland Lodge Retirement Home. Born in Sweet's Corner, she was the daughter of the late Charles and Madeline (Cochrane) Lockhart.

Irma worked for Canadian Keys Fibres (CKF) and had proven to be a hard worker. After a 22 year career with CKF, she retired on October 1, 1989. She took pride in being a member of the Newport Jolly Seniors and others showed great admiration for her sewing skills as a beautiful seamstress, this was something she would refer to as her "Fancy Work". She was a sharp Crib player and loved to dance. She was known as someone that was quite fun to be around. Besides beating someone in a game of Crib she also enjoyed bowling, showing her competitive side. Irma was an avid camper as well, she relished in spending time at the Rayport Campground.

She is survived by her loving daughter Julie DeCoste of Mantua, NS; sisters Gwen McCann of Gypsum Mines, NS; Pauline Lockhart of Windsor, NS; grandchildren Brittany DeCoste, Rachel Rourke, Natalie Rourke and Sara Rourke; one great granddaughter; nieces; nephews and cousin Beth Jones who was very special to Irma.

Irma was predeceased by her husband Arthur James Rourke; son Wayne Rourke; brothers Donnie Lockhart and Howard Lockhart; sisters Olla Mason and Helena Smith.

There will be no visitation by request and cremation has already taken place. A Celebration of Irma's Life will be held on June 24, 2017 at 3:00 pm to 5:00 pm in the Sweet's Corner Hall, 6936 Hwy # 14, Sweet's Corner, NS. Family Flowers only. Memorial donations may be made to the Alzheimer's Society or the Canadian Cancer Society. Arrangements have been entrusted to Serenity Funeral Home, 34 Coldbrook Village Park Dr. (902-679-2822).

Poem of Dementia

Don't look down upon me. If I embarrass you, I am sorry. Remember, our friends will understand. Strangers might not, but they are not important.  Remember….

Ever and always that I am a wife, mother, grandmother, sister and a friend.

My memory is not what it used to be. I can remember pranks I played as a girl and I can remember the war but I can't remember what I had for breakfast.

Even though I can't remember things, I still have feelings. I love to laugh and occasionally I still like to play jokes. I know you love me but I still like to hear you say it.

Never forget I love you.

Together, we will get through this. Some days will be more difficult than others… but some days are going to be great!

In time I may not remember who you are. I hope this doesn't happen but please don't be hurt if it does.

And sometimes when it seems I am not present, please hold my hand because I am afraid.

 

Poem to express what daughter Julie feels for her mother

                   "I love you, Mom" (by Frank Paulick)

I don't know how the earth was made

Or what makes humans hum

The only thing I know for sure

Is that I love you, Mom.

 

We're always racing here or there

I know it's really dumb

To not take time to stop and say

I really love you, Mom.

 

But, in the rush of life each day

I can't explain how come

I guess it somehow skips my mind

To say I love you, Mom.

 

So, through this poem, I hope you'll see

Where my heart's coming from

No matter what I say or do

I really love you, Mom

 

As children, we may often stray

All kids can mess up some

But please remember how I feel

Always, I love you, Mom.