In loving memory of Frank Osawabine, 74 years, who passed away at his home surrounded by his loving family in Sheguiandah, on Monday, July 4, 2011. Beloved husband of Rita (Jacko) Osawabine of Sheguiandah. Cherished and loving father to Seraphine Osawabine (Terance), Barbara Osawabaine (Rodney), Debbie Osawabine (Bryan), Pam Osawabine (Dan), and Andrew Lavallee (Marti), predeceased by Edward Osawabine. Dear grandfather of Connie Pangowish, Dwight Osawabine, Cathleen Osawabine, Chantal Pangowish, Nicholas Osawabine-Corbiere, Cameron Osawabine-Corbiere, Brayden Sayers, Riley Sayers, Elizabeth Lavallee, Vanessa Lavallee, Jeorgia Lavallee and great-grandfather of Darius Pangowish and Dominick Pangowish. Dear son of the late Andrew and Mary (Kitchkeg) Osawabine both predeceased. Dear brother of Seraphine Aiabens, Julia Wegmigwans, Nancy Osawbine, Alice Wemigwans, Pauline Roy, Louise Aguonie, Arthur, Xavier, John, Micheal and Joseph all predeceased. Frank will be sadly missed by many nieces, nephews, family and friends. He was a man of many talents and will be greatly missed. Rested at St. Anthony Daniel Church, Kaboni on Thursday, July 7 and Friday, July 8. Funeral Mass was in Holy Cross Mission, Wikwemikong on Saturday, July 9, 2011 at 11 am. Interment in the Kaboni Cemetery. Arrangements entrusted to the Lougheed Funeral Home.
There is magic in a father’s touch, and sunshine was in his smile,
There was love in everything he did to make our lives worthwhile
He was a handy man doing electrical, plumbing and running his backhoe with grace
Yet he was a gentle man full of love and warm embrace
He would always rescue us, problems he could always solve no matter what the day,
Always making us happy in his own special way
Family was the thing that was always dearest to his heart,
And with those cherished memories, we will never be part.
They say that smiles that come from Angels fall like soft dew rain
To ease the earthly burdens, lifting away our pain
So we must remember that our father’s touch will always be there
Even though we see his empty chair
For each moment that we miss him we know where we can start
By taking a look inside our self and deep within our heart.
There is magic in a father’s touch, even from the wings on high,
We know you will always surround us, it will never be goodbye
It was hard to say “You can let go now Daddy” and watch you drift away
But we know that you are finally resting in a place where we shall meet again someday.
