Linda McGinn

Linda McGinn (nee Walker) passed away on April 13, 2024, leaving behind a legacy of love, hard work, and dedication. Born on June 1, 1954, Linda lived a life filled with diverse experiences, having worked in various jobs across British Columbia and Alberta, ranging from advertising sales to operating heavy equipment.
 
Beyond her professional pursuits, Linda found joy and fulfillment in a wide array of hobbies and interests. She cherished her time with her horses, attending live music events with dear friends, and had a green thumb when it came to flower and vegetable gardening. Her connection to nature was profound, and she often found solace in the great outdoors.
 
Linda's proudest accomplishments centered around her family. She poured her heart and soul into nurturing her children, Tara, Owen (Ashley Kozmeniuk), and Logan McGinn. Her love extended to her grandchildren, Cadence and Leo McGinn, as well as her brother, Lyle Walker, and niece, Danielle Walker. Gary McGinn, the father of her children, also mourns her loss. Linda was predeceased by her parents, Gordon and Helen Walker, as well as her sister-in-law, Maureen Walker.
 
A Come and Go Memorial Gathering to celebrate Linda's life will be held at Drayton Memorial Cremation and Funeral Services in Drayton Valley, Alberta on April 26, 2024, at 1:00pm. The gathering will be an opportunity for family and friends to honor the memory of a woman who touched the lives of many.
 
In lieu of flowers, donations in Linda's memory can be made to CKUA Radio at: CKUA Alberta Hotel, 9804 Jasper Avenue NW Edmonton, AB T5J 0C5
 
In her departure, Linda leaves behind a tapestry of memories woven with kindness, generosity, and unwavering love. May she rest in peace knowing that she will always hold a cherished place in the hearts of those who knew her.

I Am Not There

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
 I am not there, I do not sleep.
 I am a thousand winds that blow;
 I am the diamond glints on the snow.
 I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
 I am the gentle autumn's rain.
 When you awaken in the morning's hush,
 I am the swift uplifting rush
 Of quiet birds in circled flight.
 I am the soft star that shines at night.
 Do not stand at my grave and cry.
 I am not there; I did not die.