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Kay 1934 - 2020
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Mary Kathleen Kay Irvine Connor 1934 - 2020

At the Carleton Lodge on Saturday, April 18, 2020 at age 85.
Beloved wife of Brian Irvine for 59 years. Loving mother of Sean Irvine (Anna Kraus), Eric Irvine (the late Jenn Irvine), and Sharon Richardson (Larry Richardson).
Proud grandmother to Nathalie, Linnea, Connor, Rachael and Kylie.
Dear sister of Jim Connor (Marie) and the late Joan Brown (the late Gord).
Born, in Ottawa, on August 8, 1934 to Lawrence and Mary Connor.
Loved by many cousins, nieces, nephews and friends.
Kay was a Graduate of the University of Toronto School of Architecture – 1958, she was a Life Member of the United Church Women at Rideau Park United Church – Ottawa and a Member of the Friends of the Billings Estate – Ottawa.
She always put family and community first. In her personal time she enjoyed pottery, sewing, gardening, watercolour painting, and spending summers at the cottage.
Thanks to the staff at Carleton Lodge Long Term Care Residence. The family is hoping to arrange a celebration of life later in the year.
If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give away all I have, and if I deliver my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or boastful; it is not arrogant or rude. Love does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, and endures all things.
Love never ends; as for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away.
For our knowledge is imperfect and our prophecy is imperfect; but when the perfect comes, the imperfect will pass away. "When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child; I reasoned like a child; when I became a man, I gave up childish ways."
For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall understand fully, even as I have been fully understood. So faith, hope, love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.

The Bulb is a Flower 1. In the bulb there is a flower, in the seed, an apple tree, in cocoons, a hidden promise: butterflies will soon be free! In the cold and snow of winter there's a spring that waits to be, unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see. 2. There's a song in every silence, seeking word and melody; there's a dawn in every darkness, bringing hope to you and me. From the past will come the future; what it holds, a mystery, unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see. 3. In our end is our beginning, in our time, infinity; in our doubt there is believing, in our life, eternity, in our death, a resurrection, at the last, a victory, unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see. |