Obituary of Patricia Louise Newcombe

Newcombe, Patricia Lousie (Langille), RN. 74, Centreville died at home on Wednesday, May 22nd. Born in Halifax, she was the daughter of the late Fred and Marjorie (Kidston) Langille of Halifax and Truro. Her loving husband and best friend, John Newcombe, survives Pat. They celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary on May 10th surrounded by their family and friends. She is also survived by her children, loving sons Ian (Andrea), Upper Dyke and Scott (Cynthia), Cambridge; and cherished daughter Lesley (Mike) Bauer, Arpin, Wisconsin . Brothers; Don (Cheryl) Langille, Helendale, California and Kenneth (Isabel) Langille, Dartmouth. Loving grandchildren; Rachel and William Newcombe, James and Katlyn Bauer and Leah and Kaylee Newcombe. Pre-deceased by her son Bruce Newcombe. A special thank you to Peggy Simpson for her friendship and caregiving over the past six months. Pat graduated from the Victoria General Hospital Nursing School in 1960 and worked at the Nova Scotia Sanatorium and the Valley Regional Hospital for over 40 years. She enjoyed barber shopping, dancing and singing, spending her summers at the cottage and travelling with John in the winters to warm destinations. She always made time to enjoy her grandchildren and they enjoyed her company. At Pat’s request there will be no visitation or funeral service. There will be a private family service and interment will be at a later date at the Burgess Cemetery in Upper Canard. Donations in Pat’s memory can be made to the Alzheimer’s Society of Nova Scotia or the Heart and Stroke Foundation of Nova Scotia. Arrangements entrusted to Serenity Funeral Home, Wolfville. “Miss Me-But Let Me Go” When I come to the end of the road And the sun has set me, I want no rites in a gloom filled room Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little-but not too long For this is a journey that we all must take And each must go alone, It’s all part of the Master’s Plan A step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick at heart Go to the friends we know, And bury your sorrows in doing goods deeds Miss me-but let me go.