Hi! I'm Beverlee Bodnar. My late husband, Andrew, my son Steven and I have known Liz and cherished her friendship for several years. Initially, it was Andy's friendship with Liz' father, Garnet, which ultimately led to our meeting both Liz and her late mother. I can remember entertaining both Mr. and Mrs. Faubert at our home, Garnet's frequent telephone conversations with Andy, and his occasional gifts of some of the honey acquired from his involvement with bees. [He had been both a beekeeper and bee inspector ... webmaster]

I would regularly encounter both Liz and her father at the monthly meetings of the local Arthritis/Bluebird Club at the Chatham Retirement Resort where she continued to bring him even as he became more disabled ; when Garnet grew more feeble and housebound, Andy and sometimes Steven would spend the evening with both him and Emme at their home on Sunnyside, allowing Liz to continue attending meetings. Everyone admired and acknowledged Liz' unwavering devotion to her father of whom she took excellent care, no doubt utilizing several of her nursing skills. [ He had taken care of her for sometime before then when she wasn't well enough to do so ... webmaster]

Following his passing, she continued renovations to the home they shared, often seeking my husband's advice and help selecting contractors; I have no difficulty recalling their regular "marathon" telephone conversations. Liz' innate talent for gardening produced a unique and beautiful backyard, as well as several gorgeous and healthy rosebushes along the driveway visible from the street. This past summer I was the fortunate recipient of sections of two of her burgeoning hostas to replace two of my unfortunate ones.

Despite her physical ailments, Liz enjoyed countless outings with me, my son, and sometimes another friend or two: for example, besides many pasta suppers at St.Ursula's Parish, a few of K of C breakfasts at St. Joe's, diverse events at the Chatham Cultural Centre, the Humane Society fundraising silent auction and dinner at Aristo's, a few Crimestoppers events, a couple of hockey games, meals at the Lucky lnn, Liz joined us at the Victoria Playhouse in Petrolia, dinner theatres at both the Oaks Inn in Wallaceburg, and the Thamesville United Church and many other events too numerous to mention.

I was inspired to present her with a Neil Diamond CD last Xmas to commemorate the way the impersonator "tribute" artist singled her out to serenade over and over again (on bended knee and holding her hand) in spite of our seats near the rear of the auditorium. (She endured months of teasing following that episode...)

In a world populated by an inordinate number of superficial and self-centred individuals, Liz was the genuine article: she had a heart of gold. Her frequent phone calls and hospital visits following my husband's devastating stroke over three years ago were sincerely appreciated, as were the times she spent with him in Intensive Care prior to his death this past January, allowing both my son and myself a welcome break. In August she participated with us in the VON's "Butterfly Release" ceremony in Tecumseh Park.

Her death, besides being tragic to us all, was untimely, as she had many things to look forward to: for example, her continuing relationship with her beloved Emme; visits to her sister up north, and nieces and nephews throughout Ontario; ongoing renovations to her home as well as additions to her lovely garden; continued participation in social and cultural events with us; the resumptions of her art lessons at the Active Lifestyle Center; the potential resurrection of the Bluebird Club; and most important of all, the possibility of a rendezvous with the REAL Neil Diamond.

In conclusion, I'm not sure if there are OBUS FORMS in heaven, but if there are, I'm certain that our Liz has been assigned a very comfortable model lined with gold and silver stars.

She will be sorely missed!!