Jane Glover

Obituary of Jane Glover

Jane Glover passed away after a brief illness at the Sawtelle Hospice House in Reading on Friday morning, January 13, 2012. She was 82 years old. Jane’s parents, William and Jane Downie, moved from Scotland to Nova Scotia and settled in Sydney Mines, Nova Scotia. It was there that Jane and her 7 siblings were born, raised and educated. When Jane was a teenager, her family immigrated to the United States. She met her future husband, Eugene Glover shortly thereafter and they were married on the eve of Jane’s 20th birthday. They settled in Burlington in 1955. Over the years, she served as one of the first Police Matrons for the Town of Burlington. She had worked in the cafeteria at the BayBank in Burlington, and retired after working for 11 years at the Lahey Clinic Medical Center. Jane was a delight to be with. She was a supportive wife to her husband Eugene. They raised their 2 children and enjoyed time spent together with family and friends. She had a dual role with her children as both mother and friend. She cared for and guided her children unselfishly and as they became adults, she enjoyed sharing in their events, vacations, and daily lives. She was fun, energetic, humorous, and always appreciative. Going to Bingo or Mohegan Sun was always a pleasure. She also enjoyed going on cruises and trips to Florida and home to Sydney Mines, Nova Scotia. In recent years, family vacations at Old Orchard Beach were always a treat. She was blessed to have been an active part of her grandchildren’s lives and even more blessed to see the birth of her first great grandchild. Jane was the beloved wife of the late Eugene Glover. She was the loving mother of Robert S. Glover & his wife Doreen of Woburn and Jane E. Reynolds & her husband James of Woburn. She was the sister of William Downie of Stoneham, James Downie of Malden, David Downie of Arlington, the late Elizabeth Fraser, Janet McCartney, Robert and John Downie. She was the proud grandmother of Robert Glover, Christopher Reynolds & his wife Samantha, Lindsay Reynolds, Jacklyn and Jessica Glover and great grandmother of Kaylee Glover. Funeral services will be held at the Edward V. Sullivan Funeral Home, 43 Winn St., BURLINGTON on Tuesday, Jan. 17 at 11:30 a.m. Visiting hours Monday from 4-8 p.m. Interment in Chestnut Hill Cemetery, Burlington. Memorials in Jane’s name may be made to VNA of Middlesex-East & Visiting Nurse Hospice, 607 North Avenue, Suite 17, Wakefield, MA 01880. A Remembrance by Jane of her Mom Just a few words about my Mother: She was born in Sydney Mines Nova Scotia Canada to Scottish Immigrants. She was educated in Canada and moved to the States as a teenager. Her father was a coal miner, she said they grew up poor, but didn't know it because everyone from there was poor. She spoke of her childhood as enjoyable. She had 5 brothers and 2 sisters that she thought the world of. She vacationed with her mother and sisters in Maine and Florida for most of her life. She was especially close with her Mother and to her sister Libby. She married my father in 1949 at the age of 19, and was married for 44 years at the time of his passing. She had my brother Bob and myself. I was born 13 years after my brother almost to the day. She told me that people said to her it must have been difficult having a baby so many years later, and her response to that statement was that the day she brought me home that it was like I was always there. She never said I was a surprise, always that I just belonged, was meant to be. She directed traffic the morning she had me. Just typical of how strong she was. She said 13's always followed her, her house number, the years apart Bob and I are to just name a few, so it was only right that her passing happened on Friday the 13th. She worked hard her whole life outside of the home and inside her home, she thought nothing of tearing apart a room and painting it, laying floor tiles, and hanging new curtains. She loved to shop, and she had a knack for cooking. She was one that could whip up a meal out of anything she had in the kitchen. She cooked full meals everyday for herself up until she got sick a few months ago. She lived fully independently up until she got sick. She was a kind person, always putting herself last. Someone always thought they knew her from somewhere, she thought she must have a familiar face. With this said she also had a knack for attracting weirdos, we would sometimes laugh and ask her to stand or sit somewhere else because of this. Everyone felt comfortable around her, she would talk to everyone, and everyone would talk to her. : She had 5 grandchildren in which she adored. 2 grandsons and 3 granddaughters and 1 great-granddaughter. Robbie, Chris, Lindsay, Jackie, Jessie, and Kaylee. She had a special relationship with each one of them, always willing to give them her individual attention. When she spoke of her grandkids she would always tell you how beautiful and smart they are. She was with me when my first child Christopher was born right up until they whisked me in for a c-section. She waited outside the OR and was one of the first ones to see him. She said &quote;he looked up at me and we instantly bonded, he is my soul-mate&quote;. When he went off to school in Florida it was very upsetting to her, but he called her at least 3 times a week for the 5 years he lived down there, she looked forward to their conversations, she had many long conversations with him about everything. She would tell me I had your son on the phone for half an hour, I told him my ear was going numb so he'd hang up. She was happy with the choice he made for a wife, she loved Sammy. The sun rose and set over this fair haired boy in her eyes he could never do any wrong. He would have her writing book reports for him in grade school about books she hadn't even read, she would skim through them and write them out because they would be due the next day. : She loved crosswords, could solve the puzzle on wheel of fortune, and knew the answers on jeopardy before anyone else. She bowled, played cards, went to the casinos and played bingo with her best friend Millie. They had a great friendship for a long time. They traveled many places on cruise ships and to Las Vegas together. They loved playing bingo together and at one point would play it 7 nights a week and twice on Sundays. My Mom would call it her therapy, she said it was cheaper than a therapist. They still played once a week right up until a couple of months ago. I too traveled to many places with her. She loved Old Orchard Beach Maine, and through that my brother and I are fortunate to continue to spend every summer there. We've traveled to Canada, Florida, Bermuda, and to Hawaii together as a family. : My Mother and I have been through a lot together. We had a unique relationship. She has been there for my best and my worst, and I for hers. She has been my best friend and confidante, and I hers. I saw or spoke to her on the phone everyday. When people ask how I'm doing, I really don't know yet, This is so new to me not being able to pick up the phone and ask her anything, not being there to get her opinion on something, or for her to tell me when my roots are getting dark, or how to cook something, or if i should buy something. She may have gotten her wings today, and in a way I guess I am too. I know she will always be around me, her friends and family. I just look at her grandchildren's faces and see her there. For an example I called My daughter today and she advised me on what I should do, it just goes to show you the circle of life. She never wanted to stand out in anyway she was a very private person. She recently told me how lucky she was to have never wanted for anything. When I think of her many words come to mind, caring, loving, kind, forgiving, babysitter, dog sitter, great cook, good listener, easygoing, the list could go on and on. I pray her transition to the other side was easy, and that family that has gone before her was there to greet her. To me she was just my Mother, my kids Nana, my best friend. Love you Mom see you on the other side someday.
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