Morris Kennedy (Mort)

It is with great sadness we have had to say goodbye to Morris Kennedy (Mort) on Saturday August 31, 2019, at the age of 77, peacefully with his wife Diane at his side.

Born May 23, 1942 in Brantford, Morris lived an amazing life with many adventures that he loved to share with everyone. His love of country music was always evident at get togethers with family and friends, you could always find him with one of his guitars in hand. He has joined his brothers Allan and Earl to pick tunes together again. His love of acrylic painting and antique cars filled his life right up until the end and has left his family with many memories and keepsakes of his time here.

Always loved and cherished by wife of 47 years Diane (nee Jeffrey), daughters Cheyanne Tessier (Sylvian) and Krista Kennedy (Jay Mackie). Grandchildren Bradly, Brittney, Chelsey Tessier, Arianna and Brennan Mackie.

Sisters Marilyn Hill (Howard), Maxine McTaggert, Sister in Laws, Florence and June Kennedy. Mother in Law, Audrey Jeffrey.

He will be fondly remembered by his sisters, brother in laws and many nieces, nephews and friends.

Predeceased by parents Bill and Laura Kennedy. Brothers Allan, Earl and John. Brother in Law Terry McTaggert, Father in Law Grant Jeffrey and Brother in Law Gordon Smith.

In lieu of flowers please make donations to the Canadian Cancer Society, Research or Muskoka Pioneer Power Association ~ Box 2256, Bracebridge, ON P1L 1W2

Memories

So small, so young in that of white,

Lost like a twinkle in a stormy night,

The hills were long, rolling, steep;

The river frozen, cold and deep.

The rolling hills, so white and clean,

Spotted here and there with evergreen.

The deep and fallen now that night had cast.

The grown broke trail, the young came last,

The scarf covered mouths, protected from frost,

Our lunches held tight, so as not to get lost.

The icy slide behind the school;

The daily routine of the golden rule.

Those are the days that scurry on by;

Are thought of lightly, then tear to the eye.

A wonderland of snowballing, igloos and forts,

The winning, the losing, the small fry retorts.

Present day forgotten, the mid rests, it returns

The memory lingers to make the heart year.

Morris Kennedy ~ October 23, 1967