Bea passed away on October 27, 2011 as the result of injuries sustained in a tragic traffic accident.
Bea was born on April 30, 1928 at the family home in Kitchener BC to Herb and Nellie Bohan.
Bea was predeceased by both of her parents, husband Bob, son john, brothers John and Jim and sisters Alice Joy and Mary Jacks. She was also predeceased by treasured in-laws Doh Bohan, Tony Joy, Eric Jacks and Marion Bohan.
Bea is survived by her brother Len Bohan of Cranbrook BC and children Bill (Lori) Cox of Calgary Alberta, Sue (Walter) Fergusson of San Jose California and Cam (Anna) Cox of Water Valley Alberta, grandchildren Matthew and Taylor Cox, Andrew and Thomas Fergusson, Robert, Peter and Patrick Cox. She is also survived by great-grandchildren Kieran, Brae and Charlie Cox and numerous nieces and nephews.
Bea and Bob lived in many locations throughout British Columbia and Alberta, and were blessed by the love and friendship of so many: too many to mention here, who we know are mourning with us.
Everyone is invited to come and celebrate Bea’s life at G.F. Oliver Funeral Chapel, 225-15th Avenue North in Creston BC on Saturday November 5 at 1:00 pm.
In lieu of flowers please consider a donation to the Creston Valley Hospital – Equipment Fund Bag 3000, Creston, BC, V0B 1G0; or Swan Valley Lodge – Equipment Fund Box 1880, Creston, BC, V0B 1G0; or preform an act of kindness.
the family would like to thank the Kaslo and Nelson RCMP officers who attended the accident and in some cases stayed with her. In addition the family would like to express a heartfelt thanks to the staff of both the Nelson Regional and the Vancouver General Hospitals for the wonderful and compassionate care they provided Bea. We would also like to thank the many friends and family who have provided continuous love and support for all of us during this most difficult time, with a special nod to Sheila Sanders and Ron and Shirley Jacks who provided extra comfort for Bea and the rest of us by being there during Bea’s short stay in the Hospital.
remember our Mom with the passage from Robert Frost’s poem “The Road Not Taken”;
I shall be telling this with a sigh,
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I…
I took the less traveled by,
and that has made all the difference.