MARGARET BERNICE IRVINE

It is with great sadness that the family announces the passing of their beloved,  Margaret Irvine, in the Health Science Centre on the evening of Wednesday, November 11, 2020 at the age of 75 years.

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Margaret is survived by her daughter Katherine Irvine (Mark Venturini).  Her sisters Nettie Angood, Anne Morrison and sister-in-law Louise Derksen. She also leaves to mourn numerous nieces and nephews.

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Margaret was predeceased by her parents Jake and Marie Derksen, her brothers Herman, Norman Derksen and Pete Derksen, her brother-in-law Bill Morrison; her nephew Charles Morrison.

Margaret was the second youngest of six children raised in Morris, MB.  When she was 17 years of age the family moved to Winnipeg where she attended St John High School. In her adult life she attended Red River College to obtain her Accounting Diploma.  She held various jobs in the accounting field at a variety of financial institutions and government agencies. 

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Margaret will be remembered for her love of cooking, baking, sewing, music, attending many concerts and entertaining friends and family.

Due to current Covid-19 circumstances there will be a celebration of life at a later date.

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Margaret's family kindly requests that all of her friends and relatives take a few minutes to honour her memory by sharing photos, memories, and stories, using the comment section on this page.

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MORTAL MUST I BE

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I long to rise like the spray of the ocean

And blow on the breeze o'er the sea,

I long to lie on the lofty clouds

And touch the snowy mountain peaks; but

I am a mortal.

My paths are ruled by laws and bonds,

I am not free to choose

My life's path.

I am a puppet on a string

Fate is the puppeteer,

The strings are jangled to and fro

I rise and fall, rise and fall,

As Fate commands.

Why can't I lose this burdensome load,

And a freer highway find?

Why must I bear this load of mine;

That makes me stoop and pine

And will not give me rest?

Why must I be caught like a mouse in a trap;

Tortured with every move?

My fellow man, it is because

I am a mortal.

I long to rise like the spray of the ocean

And blow on the breeze o'er the sea

I long to lie on the lofty clouds

And touch the snowy mountain peaks; but

I am a mortal.

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~by Margaret B. Derksen

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