Bunnie Carol (Haggett) Lambert

 

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Post-Tragedy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After Jody died, Mum became so depressed that she ended up in the hospital with anorexia, the following year.  We were all thankful that her parents, my Nanny and Grandpa Haggett had moved into the house next door to us at that time, to help in any way they could.  Grandpa Haggett taught me how to play many card games that year, including Euchre (Two apiece each Grampa!)  The toll of the tragedy was too much for my Mum's marriage to withstand, and within two years they separated and soon divorced. 

 

Three years after Jody passed, Mum's father, Wesley Haggett died from complications of lung cancer and emphysema.  He had been on oxygen for quite some time by then.  Less than two years later, Mum's mother, my Nanny, followed her husband to the grave, more likely from a broken heart than the diabetes complications.

 

Mum had always been busier than most, and on top of raising five children and babysitting others, she also worked at Woolco deptartment store, and other cashier positions, then later as a waitress for over 20 years, often working two full time jobs at once.

 

After Mum and Dad went their separate ways, Mum found some small islands of love in her sea of grief, with successive relationships with first Mike, then Ed, then Robert Bourassa (Bob).  After Bob died in the 1990s in a car accident, Mum found the man she would settle down with, Bob Bourque.  After living together for several years, Bob was diagnosed with lung cancer.  Mum, herself, by then was disabled from chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, but helped Bob with his recovery in 2001/2.   After Bob had fully recovered from that lung cancer surgery, he was then diagnosed with mesothelioma - terminal.  I rented an apartment upstairs from them, at the time and we watched Bob slowly wither away from his asbestos related lung disease (he was a life-long member of the Insulator's Union).  In late 2003, Bob succumbed to the cancer, and Mum and I sat by his side as he took his last breath.  Through speech broken by grief, she asked me to check his pulse, because he had been breathing so shallow for the past month.  I checked and confirmed, and we soon laid Bob to rest as well.  He chose to be buried in the same small Blackwell cemetery where Jody was buried, even though he had never known Jody, had only met my mother almost 20 years after Jody had died.  But Bob knew Mum would be there in that cemetery herself one day, and he wanted to be there with her.

 

 

 

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