McKinnon, Frances Lillian (Died)

McKINNON, Frances Lillian - Our mother,

Frances Lillian McKinnon (91), passed

peacefully away in her sleep on December

15, 2007, after a brief stay at Bon Air

Residence in Cannington, Ontario. She was

the loving matriarch of her husband, John

McKinnon and the late Harold Russell Sr.;

her sons David Russell and his wife Lois;

Philip Russell and his wife Linda; Gary

Russell and his wife Laura; her daughter

Joy Niemeyer and her husband Eric; and

her late son Harold Russell Jr. (Rusty).

Remembered by her daughter-in-law Muriel.

Dear sister of Marjorie Clifford, Ronald Mills,

Hazen Mills and the late Art, Lloyd, Garnet

and Reggie Mills. In her latter years Mom

especially loved all of her wonderful

grandchildren; Dan, Sheri (Ernie), Mark

(Debbie), Matthew, Karie, Jason (B.J.),

Adam (Bekki), Sarah (Cory), Jeffery

(Bonnie), Tinessa, Jay (Julia), Taya (Rich),

Heather (Tim), Devan (Jaime), Milena,

Melissa (Joe), Trisha and the late David

Brian; great-grandchildren; Sean, Megan,

Steven, Rachel (Eugene), Luke (Jenn),

Jarom, Colorado, Isaac, Spencer, Avery,

Dallin, Garrett, Maura, Merren, Zoey, Lucas,

Ayla; and great-great-grandchildren; Justice

and Peyton. They and their achievements

brought her great joy and satisfaction. She

will be missed by all who knew and loved

her where she lived many years in Oshawa

and in Cobourg, Ontario. Relatives and

friends will be received at the McINTOSHANDERSON

FUNERAL HOME LTD, 152

King St. E., Oshawa (905-433-5558) on

Tuesday from 6-9 p.m. and on Wednesday,

December 19, 2007, from 12 noon until the

time of service at 1:00 p.m. at THE

CHURCH OF JESUS CHRIST OF LATTERDAY

SAINTS, 632 Thornton Rd. N.,

Oshawa. Interment to follow at Pine Ridge

Memorial Gardens Cemetery, Ajax.

Donations made to the Canadian Diabetes

Association would be appreciated by her

family.

To our mother,

The holiest words my tongue can frame,

The noblest thoughts my soul can claim,

Unworthy are to praise the name

More precious than all other,

An infant, when her love first came,

A man, I find it still the same,

Reverently I breathe her name,

The blessed name of mother.

“Till we all see each other again, we bid fond

adieu.“

P.S. Give your mother a hug today, and tell

her you love her.

My mother . . . my very first friend.

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