Arline Deane Halewood
HALEWOOD; A. Deane (nee Haines) ~ Deane’s life ended August 23, 2020 at the Extendicare nursing home in Cobourg after almost three years in late-stage Alzheimer’s. The silence and obliteration of personality inflicted by the disease have seemed altogether the wrong conclusion to an active existence notable for a high order of thinking and feeling. Parenthood was of course a major field for her, in which her approach was basically a matter of right instinct and encompassing affection. These also served her in her profession, which was teaching young children. As a teacher Deane was energetic, involved and innovative, becoming for one three year period a member of a small team of specialists who visited all of the public schools in a large county improving instruction in reading. At another time, she used her resources of ingenuity and sympathy to teach classes of children with special needs. She had a continuing interest in politics which involved her for some years as a member of the local riding association of the NDP (the Canadian socialist party). She was a definite “lefty,” which she thought befitted her Quaker background. Her position included consistent opposition to all of the doings of the Pentagon, particularly the war in Vietnam, and contributed to the family’s coming to Canada in 1967. She would have abominated Trump. She found great enjoyment in her old house and her garden. Undoubtedly, her family mattered most to her, and her absence is being deeply felt by her husband Bill, sons Peter and Michael, daughters-in-law Lisa, Donna, and My Yung, grandchildren Isaac, Lucas, Matteo and Linh, and her surviving siblings Loretta and Eldon. Deane lost her twin sister Jeane in in 2008 and brother Ron in 2015. Deane’s daughter, Cindy, died of brain cancer in 2018. Mercifully, Deane knew nothing about that.
Bill, so sorry to hear of Deane's passing. She was a great lady.
Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die. (Mary Frye)