Obituary of John David O'Brien

 

O’BRIEN, John David – Age 79, Mount Pleasant, Lunenburg Co., died on Monday, April 8, 2024, in South Shore Regional Hospital, Bridgewater after a brief illness. Born in Bridgewater, he was a son of the late James and Lillian Kathleen “Kaye” (Huey) O’Brien.

John had a 30-year career, starting in 1963 in Halifax as a brakeman and conductor with the Canadian National Railway, where later he transferred to Bridgewater. John loved his work and enjoyed going every day, until his retirement in 1993. John was a quiet and unassuming man who often kept his thoughts to himself. He was always polite, well-respected, trustworthy and a confident to many who knew him, never breeching the confidence others had in him. John had many hobbies and enjoyments, he was the happiest when salmon fishing on the Petite, Margaree or LaHave Rivers. He had great skill in fly-tying and would swap flies with his fishing buddies. He enjoyed being outdoors at his camp, hunting, cutting wood, taking care of trees in his Christmas tree lot, and fishing on his lobster boat for fun. He looked forward to bowling with the men’s league Monday nights, for many years. John was an avid cardplayer where he kept his card hand close to his vest. A hockey enthusiast, he was a big supporter of the Montreal Canadians “Go Habs Go!” as well as the Toronto Blue Jays. Whenever he was asked who his favourite hockey player was, his answer was always “Sid! you know Sidney Crosby, he’s one of us and he doesn’t show off”. Playing Lion’s Radio Bingo on Wednesday nights was a must and was “something to do”. Music was also a passion; he loved country music and attended many music jams. John was heartbroken when his physical activities were unable to happen, as he would always go for walks throughout the day, often strolling Risser’s and Crescent Beaches. Reading the Chronicle Herald was a must before his walks in the morning. Not being able to be physically active John turned to puzzle books and TV to keep his mind active, while enjoying his time in his comfy chair. John was a prankster at heart and always loved to joke around, his humour will be missed by those who knew him.

Katherine “Kathy” Spidle, was his partner and the love of his life. He also had siblings, Judith, Patsy, and Bobby; and several nieces and a nephew.

John’s personal request was that there be no services held. If you wish to make a donation in his memory, please consider SHAID Animal Shelter, as John loved animals or to the Salvation Army. John loved flowers, please think of him as your gardens flourish. Arrangements have been entrusted to Sweeny’s Funeral Home, 35 York Street, Bridgewater, where on-line condolences and messages may be made by visiting www.sweenysfuneralhome.com.

 

CARD OF THANKS

Thanks to those who helped John and I on our journey.

 

Melbourne Hirtle, a friend of John’s for many years. Thanks for the many visits and support over such a long time.

 

Monica Maughan, you always calmed the waters; without your help I don’t know how we could have done it. John told you he loved you and you know I do too.

 

Darren Hutchinson - caregiver for all the cribbage games and visits and help over the past 3+ years.

Judy Spidle, on the last day especially, I couldn’t have coped without your help. As well as the hospital visits. It meant a lot to me.

 

EHS for your expertise and compassion at a time of crisis. Much appreciation to you all.

 

All the care givers and friends that came to our home, thanks so much. You know who you are and you know what you did.

 

Lastly, Adam Tipert, you certainly are an expert with what you do. A huge compassionate heart -  you’re the best. Thanks for putting up with me!

 

... Kathy

 

WHEN I’VE COME TO THE END OF MY ROAD

When I come to the end of the road

And the sun has set for me,

I want no rites in a gloom filled room,

Why cry for a soul set free.

Miss me a little but not for long

And not with your head bowed low;

Remember the love that we once shared;

Miss me but let me go.

For this is the journey we all must take,

And each must go alone.

It’s all a part of the Masters plan,

A step on the road to home

When you are lonely and sick at heart,

Go to the friends we know,

And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,

Miss me but let me go.