Dolores Palfrey

Born: December 2nd, 1947

Passed on: December 25th, 2010

Dolores was born and raised in St. John's, Newfoundland to Marguerite and Thomas Powell. She was one of eight children and the youngest of four sisters. This placement in the family meant that Dolores loved to torment her younger brothers and hang out, even at the most inconvenient times, with her older sisters. At age 17, Dolores met and married Leonard Palfrey, who spent the first few years of the marriage playing in bands, and later cooking at restaurants while Dolores waitressed. Three years into the marriage, they had their first child Kelly Marie. Dolores adored her little girl and lovingly doted on her. Almost ten years later, she gave birth three months early to her son, Leonard (Lenny) William Jr. Their little family's life was peppered with good times and bad, but there was always love. Even though the marriage ran it's natural course, Dolores' whole world centered around her children, and eventually her grandson Jordan in 1996. When Kelly took Jordan to Alberta to start a new life, and Lenny shortly followed, it wasn't long after that Dolores decided to move there as well. She followed her joy, and her joy was her family. Even though she would rather spend her time at home, Dolores was never without a good sense of humor and sharp wit when she got together with friends and family. Her laughter was infectious, and will always be remembered as being "cracked". People rarely, if ever, left her presence without feeling better about life. But more than anything, Dolores will be remembered as a woman of great faith, strength and courage. During the murkiest periods of her life, her fortitude and determination shone like a beacon until she could see her way clearly again. Up until the life left her eyes, those around her were astonished at her remarkable persistence in the face of great suffering until she was convinced her loved ones would be all right when she was gone. You've run the race and fought the good fight, now reap your reward, dear Mother. Rest peacefully until we meet again on Resurrection Mourning. Until then, I will carry your torch for you, for your light must never go out.