Marilyn-Pickering-Obituary

Marilyn Gail Pickering

Vancouver, British Columbia

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Vancouver, British Columbia

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Marilyn Pickering passed away in Vancouver, British Columbia. The obituary was featured in The Vancouver Sun on February 25, 2007.

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Dear Richard, Jim, Brenda and Family. So sorry to have learned of Marilyn's passing. Although it has been many, many years your sisters smile and laugh is very clear in my mind. Thank god for memories. I shall say a prayer tonite and hope to see you all once again.

My thoughts and prayers to the family as I remember riding to work at BCIT with Marilyn, sharing jokes, having a lot of laughs, she will be missed. The most memorable is riding in her car, losing a wheel and sitting there laughing til we cried. Peace be with you Marilyn

My condolences to the family.
"DOC", I am really going to miss your smiling face and great sense of humor. Rest in peace friend.

Marilyn always had a ready smile and a hearty laugh, and really appreciated any good (or bad!) jokes making the rounds. Above all, though, her love of family was crystal clear when we talked about our mutual hobby and interest – genealogy (family tree research). My sympathy goes out to her family in this time of great loss. Marilyn will be missed - but she will be remembered.

So sorry to hear about Marilyn,we had gotten pretty close while working on our family history,she was a great lady and we are going to miss her.She is at peace and without pain,Will love and miss her always

Please accept my deepest sympathies. I worked with Marilyn and I'm going to miss her. Till we meet again Doc.

Our thoughts and prayers are with you in your time of grief. May your memories bring you comfort.

Oh the many days sittin' on the receiving dock at BCIT havin' a smoke with Marilyn! You were a fixture at BCIT, and will be sadly missed by many.

Our condolences to the family, who Marilyn spoke of fondly and often.

Mary and Peter Tiberghien

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They rattle among the change.

My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.

They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.

Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.

But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.