Obituary of RUTH ANN LOGAN

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LOGAN, Ruth Ann – Of Scotland, passed away peacefully at Brantford General Hospital on Saturday, February 5, 2022, at the age of 76 years. Beloved wife of Dick Logan. Dear mother of Tanya Logan and Jonah Logan (Sabrina Pringle). Loving grandmother of Saidee, Rosie, and Waylon. Ruth Ann is survived ty three sisters-in-law and two brothers-in-law as well as by several nieces and nephews. Predeceased by one brother and one sister. Ruth Ann was an active member of the Waterford Community, being a founding member of the Spruce Row Museum where she served as Curator. She was also a founder of the Waterford Pumpkinfest and a great benefactor and supporter of the arts and conservation in Norfolk. She operated the Grain Barrel, the first natural food store in Waterford and will be fondly remembered by many of the Waterford area children who she taught to swim. In keeping with Ruth Ann’s wished cremation has taken place. A Celebration of Life will follow at a later date. Because of her love of nature donations to the Long Point Biosphere Region would be appreciated by the family. Funeral arrangements entrusted to THOMPSON-MOTT FUNERAL HOME, Waterford. A EULOGY FOR A FORCE OF NATURE Our beloved mother passed away last night of a broken heart. I think like her dad and her mom and her brother and her sister before. Hell of a thing to pass down like that. What a beautiful bunch of bad tickers. We didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye. When I saw her and touched her soft hair, she was still warm. Still lovely. Still strong. Still. But no longer confused. No longer sad. No longer worried about us, or dad, or her. I’m sure we will celebrate her life very soon. When we do, please leave your opinions and beliefs at home and bring only your love. And maybe offerings of art and laughter and pretty rocks … and perhaps a bit of fine chocolate. Things that mom would have liked. We’ll hang it in the hemlocks, wile it away in the willows, and hide it in the fox holes. Enjoy the chocolate amongst yourselves and share a sweet memory of our mother. Everything else will go to the woods, the wind, and the wild things. We will spread her ashes on the land that she loved so dearly. It might sully the snow, but it will eventually melt into this loveliness she called home. The birds and the frogs will sing strange songs of her smile, her fierceness, her fight. Go back to the flint and the fossils and the turtles and the tamarack, mom. We will always love you. Always. Forever and ever. Amen. - Jonah Logan
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