With Heavy Hearts, We Announce the Passing of a Legend

I remember her first cry in the delivery room, the way her tiny fingers curled around mine, and how I promised to protect her from everything. Decades later, I was holding that same hand as life slowly slipped away from her body, cancer having taken almost everything except her courage. Deborah had always been vibrant, stubborn, gloriously alive. Even when the diagnosis came at 35, stage 4 and merciless, she chose hope, humour, and brutal honesty, especially for Hugo and Eloise.