Mar 11, 2017 - WE REMEMBER SHEILA BAYER

 

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March 11th, 2011

Sheila was born in Paradise River, Newfoundland.  Both of her parents are deceased (her mother had passed away in the late fall of 2010).  Sheila was the baby in a family of twelve brothers and sisters. She was a selfless person, always helping others anyway she could. She was a compassionate, caring individual. And it wasn't only people that she was compassionate and caring for, she adored her cats!! Always worrying about them, if they had been let out, and they didn't immediately come back, or went missing.

Sheila became engaged in December 2010 to "Dave” Albert Clark when she visited him in Fort McMurray (he was up there working). After coming back from the trip, she started talking about her wedding.  She and Dave hadn't set a specific date, but it was to be sometime in July or August of 2011. The day of her funeral, was the day that she was to get her engagement ring back from the jeweller, after having it resized.

I first met Sheila back in the very early 90's.  Once we got talking about different things that had happened to us and the curve balls that had been thrown at us, I believe that is when our friendship took off!!  Unless you have travelled in somebody else's shoes, you can't say, “been there, done that”.   Well, both Sheila and I had “been there and done that”, together!!  We had our good and bad times, happy and sad times, laughter and teary moments.  All of which I'll never forget!!  She was always there for me:  helped me move a couple of times, helped me connect a washer and dryer (after I had made a few trips to the hardware store, cutting and bruising my knuckles and hands), I called her and not 20 minutes later, she was on my doorstep and 10 minutes after that she had everything hooked up.  She certainly was a "Ms. Fixit".  If she didn't or couldn't help you with something, then she probably knew somebody that could. 

And on more than one occasion she did that for me. On December 31, 2010 I had gone up town the night before, for a group who were looking for volunteers.  I came out after the meeting, my car wouldn't start. A couple of men from the meeting tried several times and several things to get it going, and nothing worked.  I got a lift home that night, and sat there trying to figure out who could help me.  I checked with a neighbour, and various other people I thought could help, but no replies.  Discouraged I went to bed.

The next morning I got up and started going through my phone book, and the first number I called was Sheila.  She told me to hold on, that she'd make some calls and get back to me.  A short time later, she called, "get your boots on, and be ready" she said “I'm on my way to pick you up; we'll stop and get coffee, and then meet John at the parking lot where the car is”.

So, in she comes.  It was a very, very cold and frosty morning.  We stopped at Timmie's to grab coffee, I had told her I didn't want one, she knew that the reason why I didn't want a coffee was that I didn't have the money for it.  We drove up town and met in the parking lot, and in no time at all the car was going!  She even stayed around while the car was warming up, to make sure it would continue to go.  I gave her a big hug, and told her that I didn't know how I could ever repay her for helping me; she said "no Sue Sue, I don’t know how I’ll ever pay you back for looking after my 'boys', when I needed someone there to look after them, when I couldn’t”.  That was the kind of person Sheila was, always doing for, and helping others, before herself.  But don't stand in her way, if she's doing something for 'her boys'.

But now she is no longer here for those who love her and care very deeply for her.  I'm so lost without her!!!
 

 

To my dear friend Sheila: 

Since hearing about the crash and the circumstances behind it, I made a promise to you and myself that I would do anything I could, anytime, anywhere, so your senseless death wouldn't go unnoticed.  Because I knew that if our roles were reversed, that you'd be doing the same for me, if not more.  So, in your memory, and to honour our friendship, I became a volunteer (and recently elected to the Board) with MADD Saint John and Area Chapter, NB.
 
I know that you'd be laughing yourself silly, the great lengths I went to just get a 'button' made with your picture on it ("Oh Sue Sue, you silly girl" - with your Newfoundland accent - or to get the few pictures of you, and you/I), so that I could wear it to court. I want the people of the Justice System and others - especially the accused - to know that you aren’t just another statistic as a result of a drunk driver, or a number on an accident report.  That you were an important person in people’s lives, and that you mattered to us all.

 "Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly" - Author unknown

Sheila, thank you for being my angel,
Till we meet again, my old and dear friend.
Submitted by:  Sue Dale



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