Isla  Milligan

Obituary of Isla Milligan

MILLIGAN, Isla Alma 1929 - 2021 It is with saddened hearts that we announce the peaceful passing of Isla Milligan of Alma, NS on September 9, 2021 at Shiretown Nursing Home, Pictou, at the age of 92. She was born to Kennet Emile Moore and Lulu Mae Walmsley at Watrous, Saskatchewan on July 9, 1929. Isla grew up in Calgary, AB and joined the Royal Canadian Navy in 1953 which brought her to the east coast. Following her time as a radar technician she went to work for Imperial Oil, Bedford Institute of Oceanography, various contract positions with Dalhousie University and finally at NSCC Stellarton Campus as Data Processing Instructor where she retired in 1994. Following her retirement Isla enjoyed spending time with family and friends, art, music, poetry, conversation and singing in several Barber Shop Quartets. She is survived by her sister, Shirley (Norman) Edge, Cochrane, AB; her four children, Janice McHattie, Daniel Milligan, Wanda Henwood, Patrick "Luke" Milligan; 10 grandchildren; 10 great-grandchildren and numerous nieces and nephews. Besides her parents she was predeceased by her brother, Jack Moore. Isla will always be remembered for her wit, intelligence, sense of adventure and willingness to help in a time of need and where a quick trip for a loaf of bread could take all day as she loved to talk with anyone and everyone. Cremation has taken place. There will be a celebration of life gathering on Sunday, September 19th from 2:30-4:30 PM at The Peg Event Centre (across from Masstown Market), Masstown, NS. Even in her final months, Mom would recite this poem from memory: INVICTUS Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be, For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.