I first met Margaret in Bamfield on the west coast of Vancouver island. She was so happy that Phil had found the love of his life, and I felt welcomed to her side of the family immediately. We had 9 years of visiting back and forth between New Brunswick and Toronto, and during that time she saw her family grow by 2 grandchildren, who she loved very much. She visited us 2 times in the early years of our new life in New Zealand, and she would have come more as she loved the travelling we did together. She was incredibly intrepid, going deep into Milford sound in a submarine, along with Phil and Stan.. something I wouldn't ever consider! She was so pleased to have met Taman, her first great grandson, and Daniel, as a father, when they came to Cedarbrook lodge a number of years ago. More recently she got to see photos of her 2 other great grandchildren. I sent her regular letter with photos of family over the years, when it became clear she could no longer hear us on phone calls. I know she loved to get those letters. I have fond memories of her playing badminton with me in Muskoka, and she was pretty good at it. We also rented a boat (which was actually a party boat it turns out) and she had a big smile on her face as we drove her all around the lake. We enjoyed doing crosswords together. She wasn't too keen on having me work in the kitchen with her as she was a real "systems" person, but I was allowed to chop things. When she was with us, she enjoyed being cooked for. My most recent memories are of visiting her at Cedarbrook and the daily ritual of coffee and cruller from Tim Hortons and eating it in the lovely garden at the back of Cedarbrook Lodge. She would turn her face to the sun and bask, and we would look at the squirrel antics and search the trees for red cardinals. If not for the global pandemic, we would have had another summer visit with Margaret, and it has been so sad for me not to have seen her one last time before she died. Not being there for the funeral seems to make it extra hard. I really loved her, and I will miss her. RIP Margaret.