2022年9月13日 · Paris Slessor Birth 1946 Death 2002 (aged 55–56) Burial

Wendy was pre-deceased by her parents Jack and Ruth Slessor, her brother Paris Slessor, and her sister Judy Bossert (Ron). Wendy was a kind and generous person who touched many lives with her positive spirit.

SLESSOR, Ruth Evelyn (née Moon) – It is with heavy hearts that we announce the passing of Ruth Slessor on Sunday, January 24, 2021 in her 98th year. Beloved wife of the late John (Jack) Slessor. Cherished mother of Wendy Capiato (Dan) and the late Paris Slessor and Judy Bossert. Loving Nana of Lisa Sander (Kelly), Kris...

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2021年1月26日 · It is with heavy hearts that we announce the passing of Ruth Slessor on Sunday, January 24, 2021 in her 98th year. Beloved wife of the late John (Jack) Slessor. Cherished mother of Wendy...

SLESSOR, Ruth Evelyn (née Moon) – It is with heavy hearts that we announce the passing of Ruth Slessor on Sunday, January 24, 2021 in her 98th year. Beloved wife of the late John (Jack) Slessor. Cherished mother of Wendy Capiato (Dan) and the late Paris Slessor and Judy Bossert.

LATE: a cold smear of sunlight bathes the room; The gilt lime of winter, a sun grown melancholy old, Streams in the glass. Outside, ten thousand chimneys fume, Looping the weather-birds with rings of gold; The spires of Paris, pricked in an iron spume, Uprise like stars of water, and mail the sky. Night comes: the wind is cold.

2021年1月25日 · It is with heavy hearts that we announce the passing of Ruth Slessor on Sunday, January 24, 2021 in her 98th year. Beloved wife of the late John (Jack) Slessor. Cherished mother of Wendy Capiato (Dan) and the late Paris Slessor and Judy Bossert.

Slessor, Paris Ray Suddenly at his home in Barrie on Thursday, December 12, 2002. Beloved husband of Joanne Bailey. Dear father of Lisa Sander and her husband Kelly. Loving grandfather of Kyle. Always remembered by a step-son Mark Willis. Much loved son …

LATE: a cold smear of sunlight bathes the room; The gilt lime of winter, a sun grown melancholy old, Streams in the glass. Outside, ten thousand chimneys fume, Looping the weather-birds with rings of gold; The spires of Paris, pricked in an iron spume, Uprise like stars of water, and mail the sky. Night comes: the wind is cold.