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Wednesday December 30, 2015

Christie Bentham
September 4, 1930 - December 28, 2015



Christie, predeceased by her much-loved husband, Will, leaves her children, Margaret (Michel), John (Dianne), David, Harry (Andrea), Ken (Ann) and Claire (Bob), who died in 2013. She also leaves 14 grandchildren and 10 great-grandchildren and her brother-in-law, Jim Bentham (Barb).

Christie was educated at Bishop Strachan School and then graduated from Trinity College, University of Toronto. She followed her undergraduate studies with a Masters degree in Speech Pathology.
Christie was one of the first speech therapists in Ontario, served twice as the President of the Ontario Association of Speech/Language Pathologists and established the Speech Pathology Department at Centenary Hospital, Scarborough. After her retirement she taught English as a Second Language and was a volunteer proofreader and editor for ESL students at Knox College, University of Toronto. She took deep pleasure in knowing these students from foreign lands and helping them express their thoughts in English.
Christie was a proud and devoted mother to six children who loved her dearly and are so fortunate to have had her as their role model. She demonstrated to her grandchildren that by being interested, one becomes interesting.
Christie's favourite place was Spree Island, Stony Lake with her beloved sailboat, Spree. She was in her element when at the Lake, enjoying time with her grandchildren, teaching them how to canoe, sail, swim and sharing with them an appreciation of the nature that surrounds them. She will always be remembered sailing down the lake in her Spree, with the love of her life, Will, by her side.
As per her request, there will be no funeral. A celebration of her life is planned for Stony Lake this summer, as well as an open house in Rosedale, date to be determined.
Donations in her memory can be made to Friends of the Fraser Wetlands. www.friendsoffraserwetlands.com (contact Jennifer David friendsoffraser@gmail.com)

'Our lives we borrow from each other...And men, like runners, pass along the torch of life' (Lucretius)

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