Eileen Tanner Obituary
With heavy hearts, we announce the death of Eileen Tanner (Lunenburg, Nova Scotia), who passed away on August 19, 2018 at the age of 86. Leave a sympathy message to the family on the memorial page of Eileen Tanner to pay them a last tribute.
She was predeceased by: her parent Martin Wilneff. She is survived by: her parent Gertrude Wilneff (Weagle).
Eileen is survived by her beloved husband, Charles, son, Gary (Kathy) Tanner, Centre; daughter, Sandra (William) Skinner, Spectacle Lakes; grandchildren, Ryan (Lisa), Matthew (Ally) and Justine (Matt), "great-grandchildren" Susie and Xander"; sisters, Laura (Wilbur) Frank, Ontario; Lois Veinot, Fauxburg; and Elva, Martin's River; brothers, Robert (Paul) Wilneff, Ontario; and Gary (Glenda) Wilneff of Alberta, and several nieces and nephews. She was predeceased by her sister Kathleen (Kaye) Grace, and brothers, Lester, Murray, Harold, Percy, and an infant sibling. A private family gathering to share memories of Eileen will be held on Friday at the Dana L. Sweeny Funeral Home, Lunenburg. In lieu of flowers memorial donations in Eileen's memory may be made to South Shore Palliative Care, Lunenburg County VON, Canadian Red Cross or to a charity of your choice. The family of Eileen would like to thank the Staff of the South Shore Regional Hospital, Dr. Gowan and the South Shore Palliative Care for their wonderful care of our mom. We would especially like to thank the Lunenburg County Home Support and the Lunenburg County VON who made it possible for our mom to be able to stay in her home as long as she could. Also appreciation to the Canadian Red Cross for supporting us in the way they could. To our extended family, neighbours and friends thank you for being so kind to our mom. http://www.sweenyfuneralhome.ca Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself. She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well, she's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colours of a rainbow, she is Christmas morning. Your mother lives inside your laughter. She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you. Not time, not space…not even death.
