Dedicated to the loving memory of Deserae Dawn Atwood

This site is a tribute to Des, who was born in Chilliwack, British Columbia on August 12, 1966. to Marilyn Lyons and Don Atwood.

Deserae’s loving partner, Gerry Twaites, of over 30 years, along with the love and joy of her life, her daughter Trula Normandeau, and granddaughter, Tanaye.

She will be missed dearly by siblings  sister, Susan Kennedy, and brother Dallas Atwood.  Along with her extended family, Billy, Jimmy, Stevie, nieces and nephews, Cameron, Jessica, Taylor, Max, Savanah, and Dylan.  

Countless lifelong friends and family will surely miss Deserae and her love of life.

This site is here for all to SHARE stories thoughts wishes of how Deserae impacted each of our lives in a special way.

She is much loved and will always be remembered.

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Today is your birthday. It’s a day that we think about you and share with you every year. I know mom and dad are struggling so is Gerry and Dallas and all of the friends and family around you. Your daughter is doing her best to stay tough and strong, but I know she misses you terribly too. Love you sister and always.
Your sister, Susan
12th August 2024
You Don’t Just Lose Someone Once. You don’t just lose someone once. You lose them when you close your eyes at night. And as you open them each morning. You lose them throughout the day. An unused coffee cup. An empty chair. A pair of boots no longer there. You lose them as the sun sets. And darkness closes in. You lose them as you wonder why. Staring at a star lit sky. You lose them on the big days. Anniversaries. Birthdays. Graduations. Holidays. Weddings. And the regular days too. You lose them in a song they used to sing. The scent of their cologne. A slice of their favorite pie. You lose them in conversations you will never have. And all the words unsaid. You lose them in all the places they’ve been. And all the places they longed to go. You lose them in what could have been. And all the dreams you shared. You lose them as the seasons change. The snow blows. The flowers blossom. The grass grows. The leaves fall. You lose them again and again. Day after day. Month after month. Year after year. You lose them as you pick up the broken pieces. And begin your life anew. You lose them when you realize. This is your new reality. They are never coming back. No matter how much You miss them or Need them. No matter how hard you pray. They are gone. And you must go on. Alone. Time marches on, carrying them further and further way. You lose them as your hair whitens and your body bends with age. Your memory fades. And the details begin to blur. Their face stares back at you from a faded photograph. Someone you used to know. You think you might have loved them once. A long time ago. Back then. When you were whole. You don’t just lose someone once. You lose them every day. Over and over again. For the rest of your life.
Susan Paige
2nd May 2024
Nothing different on the day you were gone, the world still turning, the sun still shining, birds singing and people living, nothing different, but everything. Edward Lee
Susan
25th April 2024
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