by Lisa’s Brother, Rev. Barry King
For those of you who do not know me, my name is Barry and I am
Lisa’s oldest brother. Today, it is my honor to tell you
a bit about my little sister and to celebrate the time that she
was with us.
If it’s possible for an angel to be born on earth, then
I have no doubt that Lisa was just such an angel. Lisa was filled
with an unconditional love that touched us all. One only had to
look at Lisa’s smile to experience the light that shone
from within. Just like an angel, Lisa cared for everyone.
Today heaven is a happier and brighter place because Lisa has
come home. My father, Harry has taken his baby girl into his arms
and welcomed her with a loving kiss as she has now been reborn
into the heaven world. Heaven’s gain is our loss.
Over the last year, Lisa faced her illness with great courage
and determination. Even when racked with pain, her thoughts and
love went out to those around her. She would come home from having
her chemo treatments and say to mom and Mike how sorry she felt
for those older people who looked so frightened in the cancer
ward. When she was sitting in emergency and even though she was
in pain when the doctors asked her how she was, Lisa would smile
and say fine. Brad finally said “Lisa you have got to stop
smiling at everyone.” But that was Lisa. She always had
a smile on her face and in her voice.
Lisa wanted people to be happy. When she was only 11 years old,
she began attending the Anglican Church in Timberlea. After her
second visit, she decided to write a letter to the minister there.
The letter said: I really like your church. I like the people
there but they seem so sad. I think that if you played happy music,
you would make them happy. There's more to the story because Lisa
always tryed to translated what she thought into action. To have
the happy music, someone had to play it. So Lisa learned how to
play the guitar and the next year was sitting up in front of the
church playing the guitar and singing happy music. She had a beautiful
My sisiter Kathy reminded me of a typical Lisa story yesterday.
One evening a number of years ago, when Kathy and Lisa were returning
home from being downtown, they came across a white Persian cat
that had been hit by a car lying on the road. Even though it was
late in the evening, Lisa insisted that they find help. After
trying several vets around town, they found a vet who could treat
the cat. However, the vet would not do anything until he was guaranteed
that he would be paid. Lisa who was not working at the time, took
what little money she had to pay for the cat's surgery. When the
cat recovered, Lisa took it home, but they knew it had to belong
to someone else. Lisa and our nieces, Shelly and Nicole put out
the word and eventually found the little girl who was the cat's
owner. Lisa was so happy to bring them back together.
Lisa was a Gift. Her contagious smile and good nature was always
a joy to be around. She was always ready to help or offer her
support no matter what was happening. Lisa loved life and celebrated
it with every breath. She also loved people and perhaps that’s
why everyone she met loved her and felt an immediate connection
to her. When the Lawtons Drug Store near where Lisa worked heard
that she was sick, they sent a present and a get well card because
they missed her happy smile.
Lisa was a Gift. Lisa was not only a hard worker, she loved what
she did especially when she could work with people. When she answered
the phone, people were treated to a happy cheerful voice on the
other end of the line. Her co-workers enjoyed stopping by Lisa's
desk not only for a dose of her positive outlook but also to have
one of the candies she keep for visitors.
Lisa was a Gift. Every holiday and special occasion was extra
special to Lisa. She would get so excited. You could be sure that
a month before she would have on the flashing Christmas earrings
and holiday outfits. Lisa loved giving presents and to prolong
the enjoyment ( I am not sure if it was for ours or hers) she
would wrap them in an extra amount of tape and paper. You always
hoped that Lisa got your name as stocking stuffer at Christmas.
She got such joy out of giving.
Lisa was a Gift. It was often the little thoughtful things that
she did that touched us the most because they were so spontaneous
and genuine. Lisa would sometimes arrive at Mom’s door with
supper, flowers and a movie, just to brighten her day. Lisa cared
about people and wanted nothing but for them to be happy.
Lisa was a Gift. Lisa and Mike loved each other so much. It was
clear from the beginning that they were made for each other. As
a matter of fact, Mike was one of Brad’s dearest friends
and after chaperoning Lisa on a date, timidly Mike asked Brad
for permission for Lisa and him to go out. Fortunately Brad approved
and one of his proudest moments was when he stood as best man
for Mike at their wedding. Brad loved his baby sister. It has
been a joy to watch Lisa and Mike together.
Lisa was a Gift. Mike's family immediately feel in love with
Lisa and adopted her as their own. Lisa’s love has been
the catalyst for the King and Keefe family to merge. We are all
one family now.
Lisa was a Gift. I know for my mother, Lisa was not only her
youngest child but also Lisa was her best friend. When my father
died, it was Lisa who did so much to help my mother deal with
Lisa was a Gift. Lisa’s illness brought us closer as a
family and especially now Lisa reminds us how precious our time
together is. It would make Lisa happy, if when you go home today,
you give those you love a hug and a kiss just because they are
special to you. Each day together is a Gift. The simple truth
is Life is a Gift.
Thank you Lisa for choosing to be with us for a while and bringing
your love and joy into our lives.
How do you say good-bye to someone who has been called home so
soon and so unexpectedly? Lisa had what seems to have been far
too short a time with us. I am thankful for the certain knowledge
that Lisa is alive and well in the world of Spirit. It gives me
comfort to know that we will meet again.
How do you make sense of it all? I for one am not going to try
and make sense of it. Since I must, I will accept it. But I will
never forget you Lisa and I will hold dear the memories of our
times together. I will remember a wonderfully loving and gentle
soul, a gift from God and instead of saying good-bye, I will say
what you would always say See yah, Love yah.
Hi sweetie. By now you're in Heaven with your Dad, Uncle Gordon
and all your other loved ones who have passed on, even Bear. I
know that you're happy, healthy and feeling no pain. You're probably
looking down and wondering why we're all so sad. Well, it's because
anyone that got to know you lost a little piece of themselves
to you. When they would meet you, they would feel great ... complete.
But now that you're gone, we feel empty and hurt. That's how wonderful
you are. When you left for your journey to Heaven, I asked how
God could take you and leave so many empty people in the world.
The response I got was that God needs angels, and that's what
you are. You saved me and made me so happy.
There are so many things about you that I'll miss. The way you
cried at happy and sad movies and TV shows. The way you would
dance and sing along to any song that came on the radio or TV,
even the commercial jingles. How excited you would get over the
tinyest gift you received or the smallest amount of money you
would win on a lottery ticket or at the casino. How a room lit
up when you would smile or laugh. And a million other things that
you would do or say.
I'm lucky that I got to love you and got to be loved by you.
I'm lucky that we did so many fun things together. I'm lucky that
you shared so much love with my family, and that I inherited such
a great second family. But most of all, I'm lucky just to have
been a part of your life for the last 8 years. On the day we were
married, I told you that I loved you and that I always would.
But until you were gone, I didn't realize just how much I loved
you, but I think you did. I can't begin to tell you how much I
miss you, and how proud I am of the bravery and strength that
you showed during your battle with lymphoma.
Well, I know you must have a lot of things to do and people to
see, so I'll say good-bye for now until we meet again.
I love you Bunches and Bunches,
Lisa on her Wedding Day
Lisa and Mike
Left to right: Pat (Lisa's Mother), Lisa, Cathy (Mike's sister),
Mike, Marilyn (Mikes Mother)
For My Best Friend
Lisa around 13 years We hear stories of people bonding many unique
ways. Lisa and I also bonded in a strange way. Our husbands had
been classmates and close friends for many years. It was only
natural that we would double-date. On our first outing, there
was the initial small talk and nervous laughter. But we became
best friends over burned pizza. ‘Sound odd’? We looked
up at each other when the pizza was delivered, smiled shyly and
started giggling. Our boyfriends were not as amused and the pizzas
were sent back as they ate their meals. Lisa and I patiently waited
for new ones which were burned as well. We laughed more and ate
them. That evening, I had my first glimpse of Lisa’s positive
approach to life and her ability to make any situation a positive,
lasting memory. That is where my admiration for Lisa began.
There was no way that you could spend time with Lisa and not
smile and laugh. Her bright, infectious smile could warm a room
immediately and go straight to your heart. No matter what kind
of day you were having, Lisa instantly made it better. Her, ‘well
hello!’greeting accompanied by a huge smile automatically
put you at ease. Even during her illness, when she was in severe
pain, she always managed a weak smile to comfort those around
her if nothing else.
I also admired Lisa’s love for her husband and her family.
She was genuine in her love for Mike and never missed a chance
to give him a little kiss or hold his hand. She never worried
about what others may think of her. Her love for her family and
Mike’s family was just as enduring and open....a hug and
a kiss for everyone. I truly believe that Lisa had no regrets
about her life. She lived and loved with her whole heart with
others always first in her mind. It took no conscious effort on
her part. It was Lisa’s way.
When I was asked to speak about Lisa, I worried about not finding
the strength to get up here. I also worried about saying the perfect
things. But, as I thought about Lisa, I realized that the right
words would not have concerned Lisa. She was happy with the simple
things in life. I remember the four of us sitting under an umbrella
at a picnic table in Fundy National Park, trying to roast marshmallows
over a struggling fire in the pouring down rain. We had a great
time and I have the photos to prove it.
did see slight panic on a couple of occasions with Lisa. One occasion
was on her wedding day. We were sitting in Barry’s van waiting
to enter the church. All of a sudden, fire trucks go streaming
pass, to the front door of the church. When she knew everyone
was OK and calm had been restored, she relaxed and giggled while
worrying about how Mike was handling all the stressed. I learned
of Lisa’s diplomatic ability and Mike's patience with me
one Christmas when I accidentally hit Mike between the eyes with
a foil covered chocolate ball. Between her giggles, she managed
to calm Mike down as a chocolate ball war ensued. Lisa would stifle
a laugh each time we visited and she’d find another chocolate
ball in a plant pot or under a chair.
No matter where we were, Lisa was totally immersed in that moment
and engaged with the people accompanying her. She really lived
in the moment. Whether she was playing mini golf, playing pool
or dancing with the girls all night at her stagette party, she
was having the time of her life. Another favorite in her life
was chocolate ..... anything chocolate. It was a love we shared.
We would stand over the display case at the restaurant desperately
trying to choose from the chocolate cakes and cheesecakes. We
always chose the richest, creamiest and most chocolate laden dessert
on the menu. Mike and Blair always teased us about our choice,
but the always had their forks in the cake too!
I'm finding it difficult to believe that all of those opportunities
to build memories are gone. Life without Lisa will not be the
same. I've lost an incredible friend. There was no one like her.
In my husband’s words, we have lost one of the truly good
people in this world. Our privilege in this life was to meet her
and know her. Her spirit will forever shine with each of us who
knew her well.
She must be the brightest angel in heaven.
(To Lisa) Lisa you'll always be in my heart.
With all my love