Obituary of Mairi Martha Bright

Mairi Martha Agnes Bright (nee Dandeno) Born December 11, 1948 A sister, an aunt and great-aunt, and step-daughter of Margaret Dandeno. Mairi, peacefully entered eternal life on January 28th , 2012 at Parkwood Hospital after a long battle with cancer. Cherished sister of Sr. Ursula Dandeno, RPB; Kathleen and her husband Henry Pasquini London; Deirdre and her husband Bill Pochiluk Pennsylvania USA; Andrew Dandeno London; Mark Dandeno Ottawa; and Anne Dandeno London. Remembered by Travis Bright. Predeceased by her husband Stephen Bright (1998); our parents Fred (2007) and Marion (1970) Dandeno; Mairi was dearly loved by her 12 nieces and nephews and 9 great nieces and nephews. Mairi was a former teacher with the London District Catholic School Board and the Thames Valley District School Board. Mairi, had a strong passion for singing. She was a member of St. Peter's Cathedral Choir for 44 years. She also sang with many other choirs, Martin Boundy choir for the opening of Centennial Hall; Earl Terry choir; Dan Surma - Celtic Welsh choir; Orchestra London choir; London Fanshawe Choir - John Rutter; Earl Rivers - conductors; and David Weaver - London Singers. The most memorable was when The London Singers and H.B.Beal Secondary School singers went to New York and sang in Carnegie Hall in April 2010. Mairi also enjoyed riding her motorcycle. She will be greatly missed. Visitors will be received at John T. Donohue Funeral Home, 362 Waterloo St. at King St., London On., from 2-4 and 7-9 on Monday, January 30th. CWL Prayers will be said at 3pm.The Funeral Mass will be celebrated at St. Peter's Cathedral Basilica, corner of Richmond & Duffurin St. on Tuesday morning at 10 am. Interment will follow at Oakland Cemetery Oxford St. West. With special thanks to Dr. G. Kim and the staff at Parkwood Hospital 3AE for the excellent care given to our sister Mairi. Funeral Blues Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message (s)He is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. (s)He was my North, my South, my East, and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good W.H. Auden From your loving sister, Anne.