Sunday, January 17, 2021

Carol Webster

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:

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.


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