Sadly, my mom passed away four years ago this month, on February 18, 2010. She was the much loved mother of three of us; my older brother predeceased her by twelve years, our father by almost four years. She was a kind, sensitive and thoughtful
person. She was survived by me and my sister, her youngest sister, nine grandchildren, and had recently enjoyed spending time with four young great-grandchildren, prior to her death. There are now three more who have not had the privilege
of knowing her.
Beverley Cockburn was born August 27, 1932 in Hamilton, Ontario. She was the first of three daughters born to Harold Cockburn and Maggie Donald. Until she was eight, Beverley was the only grandchild in the Cockburn family. Then, at that
point, her younger sister Patrcia was born and 16 months later, Lucille. Cousins followed and the extended Cockburn clan stayed close in spirit if not always in distance.
Beverley (known as Bev) grew up in a hard working family in an industrial
city, dominated by factories and steel mills. She worked at a variety of factory and retail jobs over her lifetime when she wasn't home caring for three children (or babysitting a grandchild).
My mom met my dad at a dance when they were
teenagers, aged 17 and 18, introduced by her best friend (who became a life long friend, dying just two months before her). Our parents were married a year later and began to raise their three children, born approximately four years apart.
They were happily married for over 55 years when our dad passed away unexpectedly in 2006. She had a close relationship with her parents and two sisters; unfortunately, her father (55) and next oldest sister (49) both died prematurely of cancer.
was extremely important to Bev and she was very interested in the family history I had been digging up over the years, contributing many pictures and memories. The stories interested her the most - she frequently said that while it was nice to know the
facts and dates about her ancestors, she really wished that she could know more about who they were and why things had happened. Partly because of her, I wanted to join the 52 Ancestors Challenge - to attempt to put some of what I know into more meaningful
context. I only wish she was here to read about it.