The death of Keith Lilley, beloved husband of Maureen, dear father of Garson (Jenny), occurred suddenly at the Brandon Regional Health Centre on Wednesday, December 31, 2003. The funeral service will be held at Memories Chapel on Wednesday, January 7, 2004 at 11:00 am. The Rev. Laird Russell - Yearwood of Central United Church will officiate. A private family interment service will follow at the Brandon Cemetery. Expressions of Sympathy may be forwarded to memorieschapel@mts.net. Arrangements are with Memories Chapel & Pre-Planning Centre, 727-0330.
LILLEY: Keith Garson Lilley, beloved husband of Maureen, dear father of Garson (Jenny), passed away suddenly at the Brandon Regional Health Centre on Wednesday, December 31, 2003. Keith was born in Shoal Lake on July 5, 1949, the son of Matthew and Annie Lilley. Keith worked at the Brandon School Division for 29 years and had officially retired on August 22, 2003. He spent many enjoyable hours puttering, fixing and helping others whenever possible. Keith met many people when he was bowling or golfing - all of whom he considered friends. Keith's warmth, humor and compassion touched the hearts of the many that knew him. He will be sadly missed. Keith is survived by: his wife of 32 years, Maureen (nee Gosnold); son Garson (Jenny); sisters, Pat (Roland) White, Joyce (Cliff) Grahn, Luverne Jeremic (Ed Magee); brothers, Gary Lilley (Faye Shaw), Grant Lilley; father-in-law, Ed Gosnold; sisters-in-law, Pauline (Duncan) McAuley, Shannon Lilley (Glen Parker); and brother-in-law, Ken (Eloise) Gosnold. Keith is also survived by many nieces, nephews, cousins, Aunt's and Uncle's - too numerous to list but whom he loved dearly. He was predeceased by: his parents, Matthew and Annie Lilley and mother-in-law, Jean Gosnold. The funeral service was held at Memories Chapel on Wednesday, January 7, 2004. The Rev. Laird Russell - Yearwood of Central United Church officiated. A private family interment service followed in the Brandon Cemetery.
Life's a Clock
The clock of life, is wound but once
And no man has the power
To tell just where the hands will stop
At late or early hour.
To loose one's health is more
To loose one's soul is such a loss
As no man can restore
The present, only is our own
Live, love, toil with a will
Place no faith in "tomorrow" for
The clock may then be still.
And we will remember them.