Obituary of Beryl Jones

Beryl Margaret Jones (née Cunningham)

Beryl Margaret Jones (née Cunningham),  of Pakefield, Suffolk, England passed away on November 23, 2025, at the age of 86. Born on July 17, 1939, just before World War II, her early years were marked by the uncertainty of war as the surrounding area endured heavy bombing raids. Despite these hardships and the stories of rationing she often recounted, Beryl’s childhood was filled with happiness. She remembered having a merry Christmas even when her only present was an orange.

Beryl’s first job was as a clerk in a traditional English general store, where she made many friends and met her future husband, Fred. Fred would often drop off his younger sister at work on his motorcycle.

In 1962, Beryl married Fred, who left his life as a First Class Marine engineer to settle down and raise their family. They eventually moved to the town of Arnold, Nottingham, where Beryl became the director of a Children’s play group.

In 1974, Beryl and Fred both chose to settle in Ottawa, Canada, seeking a brighter future for their two young sons. A third son was born in Ottawa, further enriching their lives.

In Ottawa, Beryl and Fred faithfully attended St. Stephen’s Anglican church, where they found a caring community and made lifelong friendships. Beryl built a meaningful career as a Teacher’s Aid, known for her patience, kindness, and ability to make every child feel seen and supported.

Beryl later embraced her favourite role of all—grandmother. Upon retiring, she devoted herself wholeheartedly to her growing family, becoming a full-time grandma whose home was always open, warm, and filled with love, stories, cookies, and laughter.

Beryl was reunited with her beloved husband, Fred, and her two brothers. She left behind three sons and their families, including 12 grandchildren and one precious great-grandchild, two loving sisters, and many friends who remember her gentle spirit, generosity of heart, and the comfort she brought simply by being present.

Her final years were slowly stolen away by dementia, reminding us to live in the moment and cherish every minute we have with those we love. Because, like tears in the rain, are lives are just moments that are washed away.