Dear family, friends, brothers and sisters in Christ. Today we remember a cherished loved one.

"Robbin Mae Goodhue"

Maiden name: Smith

Born: April 16th, 1956

Deceased: April 28th, 2025

Lived: Scarborough, Ontario

Today we gather to honor and remember our beloved mother, sister, friend, and sister in the faith—Robbin Mae Goodhue. Robbin, passes away at the age of 69 years young on the day of April 28th 2025.

Before being married to her late husband Larry Goodhue, she went by her maiden name Robbin Smith. Her life was a living testimony, not just in words, but in action. Her story was quiet, deliberate, and filled with faith, purpose, and love.

Born on the date of April 16th 1956 in Bridgeport, Connecticut, to Wesley and Roz Smith, Robbin was the eldest of three children; Her yonger sister Alison and brother Clayton both living in the USA. Robbin was a woman of discipline, creativity, and conviction. Holding fast to her faith, she was baptized at the age of 16 into the Christadelphian faith, anchoring her life in the promises of God and the hope of the coming Kingdom. Her faith wasn’t just something she believed; it was something she lived.

Robbin raised five children—Elisabeth, Leah, David, Jonathan, and Malachi—with patience, strength, and spiritual intent. She made her home a place of learning and peace, where prayer, Scripture, and gentle correction were daily rhythms. And she gave each child a name of affection:

Elisabeth, her "Pet Girl."

Leah, her "Boofie."

David, her "Duckles"

Jonathan, her "Jon Bear."

Malachi, her "Dolly."


Around the year of 1990, her life brought her up to Canada where she met her late husband Larry where they were married and had a beautiful home in the heart of Scarborough, Ontario.


She worked at Hartford Insurance and Paisley Manor, yet her greatest work was never listed on a résumé. It was found in the long hours she spent caring for her family, serving the ecclesia, praying privately, and reminding us all that "all glory is to God, and all mercy is from Him."

Robbin loved beauty. Her favorite colors—mint green and lavender—weren’t just choices, they were expressions of peace and grace. She loved painting roses, which she said carried healing. She adored butterflies, quiet symbols of change and resurrection. And when we camped in New York, it was the black bears she waited for—silent, strong reminders of something majestic and enduring.

She remembered birthdays without fail. She gave Elisabeth sapphire jewelry, honoring her birthstone and marking the significance of time and family. She always called people by their full names—never nicknames—because names held dignity. And she cherished her grandchildren, Kenneth and Ashton, praying over them, loving them, and seeing in them her legacy.

She taught lessons in simple things. A dime per shirt ironed taught diligence and care. And she lived a life of gentle excellence in all things.

Her faith was her compass. She believed in the literal return of Jesus, in the resurrection, in the Kingdom of God on earth. She waited for that hope with endurance.

> "Thy Kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven." (Matthew 6:10)



> "The Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout... and the dead in Christ shall rise first." (1 Thessalonians 4:16)



> "I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith." (2 Timothy 4:7)



Now, she sleeps. Her labor is done. And we remain, holding her memory like the precious gift it is.

We love you, Mama. We will walk in the way you showed us, and we will wait for the Lord you believed in.

And when Christ returns, may we rise with you.

Amen.