Saturday, July 12, 2025
.Another gentle giant has left us: Uncle Ambrose, my mom’s younger brother and the baby of a family of seven. I have countless memories of my uncle Ambrose, who was the youngest of the seven children born to my grandmother and grandfather. My grandmother raised me during my first year of life, and I spent most weekends with her and Grandpa until she passed away in 1968. I cherish fond memories of each family member, but especially of Uncle Ambrose.
I remember when he and Aunt Patsy first got married. I couldn’t have been more than eight or nine, while Patsy would have been 17 or 18. Even then, I chuckled when I stayed with Gram, as the yellow room downstairs next to the kitchen was affectionately known as Ambrose’s room. I thought Aunt Patsy was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, second only to my mom.
Uncle Ambrose always had a chocolate bar, much like my Uncle Charlie. They moved to Stephenville for a while and lived in a trailer just off West Street. After school, I would often pop in, and there would always be dinner on the table. They loved the candy bar Snowball, and I became a little addicted to those, just as I was deeply attached to my aunt and uncle. I never once felt unwanted in their home; their door was always open, and you could feel the love as soon as you walked in. It wasn’t just love for me, but a profound love between them that I’ve rarely witnessed elsewhere.
Over the years, they moved to Corner Brook, and though my visits became less frequent as I got older, I still cherished the time I spent with them. When I met John, we hung out together when they lived in Pasadena, and it was Uncle Ambrose and Aunt Patsy who helped John and me find a place to live after we were married. They supported me during a challenging time when I went into labor two months early with Melanie; I truly don’t know what I would have done without their support.
After moving to Ontario, I had Newfoundland as part of my job with Innovation, Crabtree, Canadian Greeting Cards, and a few other companies. Uncle Ambrose, working as a sales rep for a food company, would often discuss our jobs in detail whenever I visited. One particularly memorable occasion was when John and I lived in Fredericton, NB. Uncle Ambrose had a weekend meeting at the famous Algonquin Resort in St. Andrews by the Sea. He was so proud to introduce me to his coworkers, and we shared a delightful meal together.
Every time I visited, I felt wanted, loved, and nurtured. They expertly nurtured their children, each other, and anyone who entered their home. That kind of love is a legacy that is rare. It’s evident in not just their immediate family but also in the warmth they shared with everyone around them.
But what truly sets them apart is the way they embraced everyone who walked through their door—a great gift, indeed.
I fondly remember one winter weekend when they were at their cottage on Picton Lake, just outside Corner Brook. Uncle Ambrose took me out on the skidoo on the pond, and the sheer joy I felt during that outing will forever be etched in my mind. These cherished memories with Aunt Patsy and Uncle Ambrose are treasures that I hold dear; they remind me that gratitude is more than just a word.
Today, I light a candle for Uncle Ambrose and will keep it lit for the next three days as he finds his way home to his parents and siblings. I feel a deeper connection with him now. I will listen quietly, waiting for him to come in and say hi. For now, he will be with Darlene, Patsy, and his grandchildren, but I know he’ll visit when the time is right.
Imagine the joy his daughter Melissa felt giving birth to her dad yesterday. Melissia, his daughter, left a few years before our Melaine. Sadly , I was too afraid to call as the pain was so intense. The love for Melissa would have crushed them. Unfortunately, a few years later, I to had to feel that pain. It was only then I understood why others find it hard to approach while we are in grief. It was a tough lesson to digest but a much-needed one. He will be deeply and sadly missed by all, especially by Darlene, Patsy, and the entire family. Although it’s heartbreaking to see him go, there is great joy in knowing he is reunited with Melissa.
I hope we all find comfort in this transition. As sad as it is for him to leave us, he is surrounded by love once again. I pray I can love as deeply as he did. Rest now, Uncle Ambrose, in your new home. I love you.
In this world, you can
search for everything,
except Love and death.
They find you when the
time comes.
~ Sergey Yesenin