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Myrtle Estelle Dunbavin
January 15, 1930 ~ November 27, 2017 (age 87) 87 Years Old Light a Candle
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Message from Dina Macron
April 11, 2018 3:24 PM
Dear Myrtle;
I think of you often and the times we spent together when Nick and I visited Dorrie. I miss Dorrie and you very much. I will cherish the memories of us in St. Croix with Dorrie, you, your children and my son Nick. You calling us your sister. It has been so long since I have been to the Islands. My heart aches for the loss of you.
Your sister always,
Dina
I think of you often and the times we spent together when Nick and I visited Dorrie. I miss Dorrie and you very much. I will cherish the memories of us in St. Croix with Dorrie, you, your children and my son Nick. You calling us your sister. It has been so long since I have been to the Islands. My heart aches for the loss of you.
Your sister always,
Dina
Message from Cynthia Y James
January 1, 2018 1:44 PM
When I think of Myrtle warm thoughts come to mind; and I remember her beautiful smile and laughter. She was a very good-natured person. A humble woman full of wisdom and knowledge. Myrtle was very supportive and she promoted good family relationships. That quality of hers is truly reflected in Michael and Joanne. I will miss her voice on the other end of the phone. Rest my Dear, until Jehovah calls – Job 14:15.
Message from Barbara Givings
December 31, 2017 7:49 PM
Mommy Myrtle,
I truly love you! You showed such loving concern for me. Your concern for me touched my heart in a special way. It always amazed me that when I would be checking to see how you were feeling, you would be checking on me. I’ll miss your quiet laughs and your presence.You truly are an “ elegant lady”
I look forward to the day when Jehovah will bring us together again and wipe these tears of pain away and give us all tears of joy. But until then I’m comforted by Ps. 34:18 where Jehovah says he is there to comfort my broken heart.
Love you much,
Barbara ( 2nd daughter )
I truly love you! You showed such loving concern for me. Your concern for me touched my heart in a special way. It always amazed me that when I would be checking to see how you were feeling, you would be checking on me. I’ll miss your quiet laughs and your presence.You truly are an “ elegant lady”
I look forward to the day when Jehovah will bring us together again and wipe these tears of pain away and give us all tears of joy. But until then I’m comforted by Ps. 34:18 where Jehovah says he is there to comfort my broken heart.
Love you much,
Barbara ( 2nd daughter )
Message from Carolina Slater
December 28, 2017 3:05 PM
To My Very Dear Friend & Her Family
THE PORCH
Myrtle became and remained a a very dear friend of mine for 26+ years and we truly became very close “on the porch”. Our initial meeting was at work. But the relationship didn't take root until we gathered our thoughts in the unification of a true friendship. We spoke of the past, the present, the future, and elaborated on items by categorizing them into challenges, loyalties, sadnesses, and private ideas, all awash with laughter and tears. The simplicity of our lives was slowly revealed by the cohesiveness of our conversation. Now, on my return to St. Croix, as I drive pass her home, I can feel her smile as she greets me as well as see the sparkle in her eyes as she comes out to gather the chairs on the porch, preparing for what would be hours of stimulating dialogue.
She had a warm, sensitive personality and cared for others. She will always be the sister I did not have. Whenever I think of her, which is often, I believe we softened each other’s hardships and difficulties. I miss her dearly!
Your porch friend (and beyond),
Carolina Slater
THE PORCH
Myrtle became and remained a a very dear friend of mine for 26+ years and we truly became very close “on the porch”. Our initial meeting was at work. But the relationship didn't take root until we gathered our thoughts in the unification of a true friendship. We spoke of the past, the present, the future, and elaborated on items by categorizing them into challenges, loyalties, sadnesses, and private ideas, all awash with laughter and tears. The simplicity of our lives was slowly revealed by the cohesiveness of our conversation. Now, on my return to St. Croix, as I drive pass her home, I can feel her smile as she greets me as well as see the sparkle in her eyes as she comes out to gather the chairs on the porch, preparing for what would be hours of stimulating dialogue.
She had a warm, sensitive personality and cared for others. She will always be the sister I did not have. Whenever I think of her, which is often, I believe we softened each other’s hardships and difficulties. I miss her dearly!
Your porch friend (and beyond),
Carolina Slater
Message from The Francis Family
December 28, 2017 3:04 PM
From the Francis Family
December 10, 2017, The Riverside Church in NY, NY held a “Service of Hope and Consolation”. On behalf of the Francis Family, Steven Clark “lit a candle in memory of” Myrtle, their “beloved Auntie Myrtle.”
December 10, 2017, The Riverside Church in NY, NY held a “Service of Hope and Consolation”. On behalf of the Francis Family, Steven Clark “lit a candle in memory of” Myrtle, their “beloved Auntie Myrtle.”
Message from Marlene Blyden
December 28, 2017 3:02 PM
I remember Myrtle’s voice and laughter. Her witty stories of life. Her calm demeanor when I needed balance. And so much more. Looking forward to our paths crossing again in Jehovah’s promised eternity in paradise, Job chap 14.
Thoughts of her daughter-in-law, Marlene
Thoughts of her daughter-in-law, Marlene
Message from Breauna Blyden
December 28, 2017 2:58 PM
My Mommy Myrtle:
As an adult, I have started coming to an appreciation for the older ones in my life who established my foundation and personality. It was easy to talk to her, in ways that I have yet to express myself to others. Her ear was always open to anyone who wanted to tell their story. To hear her stories was the better half of the deal though honestly. She would have me in knots of laughter over her experiences of being a nurse in the psych ward in New York, or what it was like to be my age growing up with my great Grandma Carmen. . A lot of the passions I had she invested in. I could be a nerd and talk about the books I was reading, and she would help me analyze the story further. She would send me things to read, and when I wrote her letters with my papers she would read every page and talk with me about it. She taught me that it’s okay to imagine without the help of a television. We could climb fruit trees instead and make smoothies, or bush tea from the backyard. We could just turn on the radio and laugh at the double entendres in the songs.
My Mommy Myrtle loved me, in ways that no one else could. She embedded mentalities and values in all of us because she cared about our futures and wanted the absolute best for each and every one of us. She was a steadfast advocate of all our hopes and dreams. I am grateful to her, I am grateful for the children she raised who have become my father and Aunt. I’m grateful for everyone I am going to meet who will tell me more about how they experienced her growing up. I miss her, but I am also so grateful to have had the chance to be loved by her.
Breauna, granddaughter
As an adult, I have started coming to an appreciation for the older ones in my life who established my foundation and personality. It was easy to talk to her, in ways that I have yet to express myself to others. Her ear was always open to anyone who wanted to tell their story. To hear her stories was the better half of the deal though honestly. She would have me in knots of laughter over her experiences of being a nurse in the psych ward in New York, or what it was like to be my age growing up with my great Grandma Carmen. . A lot of the passions I had she invested in. I could be a nerd and talk about the books I was reading, and she would help me analyze the story further. She would send me things to read, and when I wrote her letters with my papers she would read every page and talk with me about it. She taught me that it’s okay to imagine without the help of a television. We could climb fruit trees instead and make smoothies, or bush tea from the backyard. We could just turn on the radio and laugh at the double entendres in the songs.
My Mommy Myrtle loved me, in ways that no one else could. She embedded mentalities and values in all of us because she cared about our futures and wanted the absolute best for each and every one of us. She was a steadfast advocate of all our hopes and dreams. I am grateful to her, I am grateful for the children she raised who have become my father and Aunt. I’m grateful for everyone I am going to meet who will tell me more about how they experienced her growing up. I miss her, but I am also so grateful to have had the chance to be loved by her.
Breauna, granddaughter
Message from Geoffrey Eaton
December 28, 2017 2:55 PM
To my dearest Mommy Myrtle:
Hearing your voice gave me great joy and excitement for the tender affection that I was about to receive. When I would lay eyes upon you it was as if precious gifts had just been given to me. Those gifts being powerful love, limitless understanding, and many hugs and “nipps”.
Sadly, you have fallen asleep in death and sadly I will be unable to enjoy your gifts as I have always known them. But I will not forget them, they are a part of my very being and I thank you so much for all you have given me, your grandson, and our family. We all learned a great deal from you and shall continue to do so from the lovely memories we have of you.
I pray that Jehovah God remembers you. I eagerly await our reunion on a paradise earth. I will have a piping hot cup of tea ready and waiting for us both. Mommy Myrtle, I love you dearly and miss you tremendously.
Your grandson, “FweeFwee”
Hearing your voice gave me great joy and excitement for the tender affection that I was about to receive. When I would lay eyes upon you it was as if precious gifts had just been given to me. Those gifts being powerful love, limitless understanding, and many hugs and “nipps”.
Sadly, you have fallen asleep in death and sadly I will be unable to enjoy your gifts as I have always known them. But I will not forget them, they are a part of my very being and I thank you so much for all you have given me, your grandson, and our family. We all learned a great deal from you and shall continue to do so from the lovely memories we have of you.
I pray that Jehovah God remembers you. I eagerly await our reunion on a paradise earth. I will have a piping hot cup of tea ready and waiting for us both. Mommy Myrtle, I love you dearly and miss you tremendously.
Your grandson, “FweeFwee”
Message from Michael Blyden
December 28, 2017 2:53 PM
My Dearest Mommy,
How I miss your wonderful smile…. your calmness… and all those loving, belly-laughing moments we’ve all shared together. You taught me how to walk…. to talk…. to fend for myself…. to fend for my Family. I can never repay you for all that you’ve given me – and you never expected anything but love in return – something I freely give. Thank you for being my Mother.
While painful, this is not good bye, but a temporary “see you soon!” The mournful tears shed now are but a down payment on the tears-of-joy we’ll both shed when I see you at your resurrection.
I’ll always love you… forever
Your Son, “Micote”
How I miss your wonderful smile…. your calmness… and all those loving, belly-laughing moments we’ve all shared together. You taught me how to walk…. to talk…. to fend for myself…. to fend for my Family. I can never repay you for all that you’ve given me – and you never expected anything but love in return – something I freely give. Thank you for being my Mother.
While painful, this is not good bye, but a temporary “see you soon!” The mournful tears shed now are but a down payment on the tears-of-joy we’ll both shed when I see you at your resurrection.
I’ll always love you… forever
Your Son, “Micote”
Message from Joanne Blyden
December 28, 2017 2:50 PM
Dear Mommy,
I did it again…I walked into the house expecting to see your smiling face and expecting to sing out “Hi Mom”. But, alas, you are not there, your chair is empty, then I stand and stare…I am missing you terribly!
As I reflect on the last few years, I am so much more appreciative of the time we spent together. You set such a wonderful example of what it means to be loving, kind, compassionate, and self-sacrificing; lessons I hope never to forget. Although my heart grieves at your passing, I wholehearted believe in Jehovah’s promise of a resurrection to a life on paradise earth made possible only because of Jesus’s sacrifice. Then, we will be reunited and my tears of sorrow will become tears of joy. I love you, Mom. To which, six-year old Madison “Sugalump” Givings adds, “I love you more, Mommy Myrtle”.
Love always,
Your daughter, Joanne
I did it again…I walked into the house expecting to see your smiling face and expecting to sing out “Hi Mom”. But, alas, you are not there, your chair is empty, then I stand and stare…I am missing you terribly!
As I reflect on the last few years, I am so much more appreciative of the time we spent together. You set such a wonderful example of what it means to be loving, kind, compassionate, and self-sacrificing; lessons I hope never to forget. Although my heart grieves at your passing, I wholehearted believe in Jehovah’s promise of a resurrection to a life on paradise earth made possible only because of Jesus’s sacrifice. Then, we will be reunited and my tears of sorrow will become tears of joy. I love you, Mom. To which, six-year old Madison “Sugalump” Givings adds, “I love you more, Mommy Myrtle”.
Love always,
Your daughter, Joanne
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