Obituary of Nellie Kitzul

KITZUL - Peacefully on Thursday, April 9, 2009 at Portage General Hospital, Nellie Kitzul formerly of the Insinger district of SK; and Thompson, MB passed away at the age of 89 years. Nellie was born and raised on a farm near Insinger SK, where she married Fred Kitzul and also raised her family. In 1972 they moved to Thompson MB where they lived until Fred's passing in 1976. Nellie continued to live in Thompson until 2007 when she moved to Portage la Prairie until her passing. Nellie loved her bingo and craft making (especially her covered hangers). She enjoyed cooking and baking, which she always shared with family, friends and neighbors. Nellie also liked to spend her time reading and doing puzzles. She treasured her family and friends and had a special love for her grand children and great grand children. Nellie was predeceased by her husband Fred in 1976. Also brothers George and John and sisters Mary and Helen. She leaves to mourn her passing her daughters, Annette (Larry) Lytle, Dianne, Deborah and sons Lyle (Sylvia) and Norman (Patra); her grandchildren Lucinda, Clinton (Kerri), Kevin, Jason (Lorilee) and Tamara (Lorne) and great grand children Alexander, Riley, Dustin and Ava, and numerous nieces and nephews. A Prayer service was held on Monday evening, April 13, 2009 from Sts. Peter and Paul Ukrainian Orthodox Church Insinger District of Sask. The Funeral service was held on Tuesday morning April 14, 2009 from Sts. Peter and Paul Ukrainian Orthodox Church with Very Reverend Father Mel Slashinsky officiating. The responses to the service were sung by Katie Rudey and parish choir members. The Palamar was Joe Moldowan with Kevin Kitzul serving as Cross Bearer; Lucinda Reay and Tamara Kitzul serving as Banner Bearers. The interment followed in St.John's Suchawa Parish Cemetery with: Clinton, Victor Kitzul, Michael Medvid, Wendell Taylor, Terry Danyluik and Michael Dwernicuk serving as Casket Bearers. Services directed by Baileys Funeral Home Yorkton. baileysfuneralhome@sasktel.net Life's Clock| The clock of life is wound but once, And no man has the power. To tell just where the hands will stop, At late or early hour. To lose one's wealth is sad indeed; To lose one's health is more. To lose one's soul is such a loss, As no man can restore. The present only is our own, Live, love, toil with a will. Place no faith in 'tomorrow' for, The clock may then be still.