Sandra was born in Cornhill on February 8, 1945; she was the daughter of the late Roy Branscombe of Cornhill and Dorothy (Brown) Branscombe of Snider Mountain. In her youth, Sandra worked at Shear Silk and the Maples and enjoyed Bowling and Darts. In later years, she enjoyed watching Game Shows and Family Feud on TV as well as playing bingo. Sandra's place will always be in the hearts of Ron, her beloved husband of 29 years; her daughter, Angela Belyea and her husband David of Harper Settlement; her brother, Jeff Branscombe and his wife Sharon of Marshall Hill; her grandchildren: Vanessa Belyea of Nanaimo, BC and Stephen Belyea and his fiancée Stefany Cheung of Toronto; as well as several nieces and nephews. Mrs. Sandra Starr (Branscombe) Carll of Smith Creek passed away at the Sussex Health Centre on September 21, 2013 at the age of 68. She is predeceased by her son Eric and by her brother, Douglas Branscombe. Arrangements have been entrusted to the compassionate care of Wallace Funeral Home, 34 Sunnyside Drive, Sussex, (506-433-1176). A service celebrating Sandra's life will be held from Wallace Community Chapel on Tuesday, September 24, 2013 at 10:00am. There will be an opportunity to visit with the family immediately following the service and then again at the Smith Creek Hall. A private family interment will take place at Pine Grove Cemetery, Cornhill. If you are considering making a memorial donation the family has recommended the Mark Carll Memorial Fund. www.wallacefuneralhome.com Quote "The hole in my heart is the shape of you and no one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?" I don't like talking about a person in the past tense after they've passed away because I feel like they still are, and always will be all of the great qualities they shared with me. I've learned that the feeling you feel when you lose someone is just your heart making room for them and all of their memories. The emptiness that you feel is just because they've finally let go of the physical, the pain and struggle, and so have you. I'd like to believe that there is a heaven out there, somewhere, with endless bingo and all of the winning lottery numbers. Or that we all come back as something new, leaving our old 'vessel' behind, but taking our souls onword. All that I know for sure is that it doesnt end here. That if for no other reason than that a person will always live on in the hearts of others, I can take comfort in knowing that death is not the end. I've always looked to the women in my life for support and direction, and they've always welcomed me with open arms. I feel humbled having the opportunity to know and love these beautiful, strong, and inspirational women. Being a daughter and granddaughter, I have had the opportunity to watch these women press on through incredible struggles, where many others would have fallen. I have watched them shed their pasts and blossom into my incredible and amazing mother and my grandmother. I feel without them I wouldn't be half the person I've become, and because of this, they hold a very special place in my heart, and I will never stop sending them love and light. I have never been good at writing about my own pain, unless I distance myself and write as if I'm writing a story. I guess that is because everyone has a different way of dealing with life, with death. I've never been to a funeral that I actually thought did the persons life justice, and maybe that's simply because I would never want my family to sit and cry and eat terrible sandwiches, and drink awful coffee. I would want them to eat, drink and celebrate every minute they had with me. So that's what I intend to do. I send my deepest condolences to my loves, my dearest family. I send my love and my strength to help them through this difficult time. But this time, I wont be at the funeral. I'll be at Niagra falls, where my Nanny is probably sitting right now, enjoying a piece of carrot cake, and a turkey club sandwich, while drinking a coffee that is mostly warm milk and sweetners. I know that the wind blowing around me is her embrace and that she's free. "It's not goodbye, it's goodnight" I will return in the spring to her resting place, but I'm confident that right now, this is the best decision for me. This is how I need to say goodbye for now. Just like she knew when I left on Thursday that she was saying farewell, and sending me off full of light and love for my journey. "As the [wo]man of the hour is taking his[her] final bow, goodbye for now." I guess this is the point where I tell you how incredible and caring my Nanny is. How she makes anyone feel at home, and has a sense of humor that would leave you with side stitches. How when I was a child, the most exciting way to spend a weekend was at my nanny's house. Where we could eat bubblegum, pizza and chips, and watch television! Where we could go to bingo and play along with her. The house where I would (eventually) learn my first curse word, and be spoiled with all of wild and wonderful avon gifts. When sitting and watching Jepardy is far more important than the news. And, most importantly, that candy heals all ailments. I should tell you that she kept every drawing, every note, every card and every picture of us. And that I can share anything with her, and that she'll always listen, give advice and curse out any bad people in my life. Mostly, I should tell you how incredible she is, and how my heart feels as though it will burst when I tell you about her. How I know that she is the sun that shines through clouds after a storm. She is my nanny. And for twenty-five years, I have had the honour to have her hugs, to receive her cheek pinches, smooches, and even to endure her birthday spankings. I'm not sure what comes next, if there's a heaven, an afterlife, a reincarnation, but I do know one thing is for sure: she lives on in the hearts of all those she touched in her life. "Sometimes we need to say good bye to someone we could never imagine living without…keep the memories in your heart forever and shower them with love, allow them to go and kiss their soul goodbye."