Carol Webster, born August 15, 1938, was brought home by her Lord and Savior Jesus Christ on Sunday, May 17, 2020.
She is predeceased by her father, Clifford Webster; mother, Ila Eglin Webster; her brothers, Bill and James; and her son, Mark Allen Hunter.
She is survived by her daughters, Stacey Hazzard (David Hazzard) and Karrie Sullivan (Rick Sullivan); her grandchildren, Joshua Hazzard (Esther), Jordan Hageman (Joshua), Bethany Van Kesteren (Philip), Luke Hazzard, and Zachary Sullivan; and, her great-grandchildren Imogen, Gabriel, Eloise, Noah, Clara, Calvin, Caleb, Hunter, Lilly, Davanie, and Ila.
She was a much loved mother, grandmother, beloved GG, aunt, great-aunt, and dear friend. Her final days were spent at home surrounded by her family, who cared for her until her final moments.
It is hard to describe what a unique, feisty and independent woman Carol was.
She was a voracious reader and loved her garden.
Her home was perfectly decorated to match her personality and taste, and was a wonderful oasis to all who entered.
One of her sweetest and faithful companions in life was her dog, Pip.
But her true testament to a life well-lived was the love that was shared between her, her family and her friends.
Due to COVID-19 restrictions, a Private Family Graveside will be held at Wallaceburg Cemetery, Riverview.
A Celebration of Life will be held at a later date.
Carol faithfully sponsored children overseas through ERDO’s ChildCARE Plus program for many years so they could have an education, proper food and medical attention.
If you would like to make a donation on Carol’s behalf please visit: https://www.erdo.ca/unsponsored-child-gifts
A Good Death by Jordan Hageman
Written May 15, 2020 (2 days before Carol’s passing)
Come bring me home at the light of dawn
Or the noon day song
With the sun warming the flower beds and
Dappled through the trees
Come bring me home while the songbird sings
When loved ones are gathered
And children’s laughter fills the room
Come bring me home as I think of you
Think of your grace and all you brought me through
Come bring me home as I breathe in you and breathe out praise
Each inhale and exhale an act of worship to you
Come bring me home when the owl mourns
While loved ones slumber
And children’s dreams fill their head
Come bring me home at twilight’s dusk
During the evening lullaby
When voices are hushed and silence is holy
And moonlight shines in the darkest hour
In the comments we would invite you to share any memories you have of Carol to give us all a broader picture of how she touched each of you.