Born September 30, 1912 Born into Eternal Life December 22, 2007 James Lawrence "Jim" Blackie, 95, of Meadowville, Pictou Co., passed away on December 22, 2007, in Glen Haven Manor, New Glasgow, surrounded by his family. Born in Meadowville, he was a son of the late James and Maude (Sellers) Blackie. He was the last surviving member of his immediate family. He was a member of the Scotsburn United Church. Jim was employed with the postal service for over 30 years and finished his working career with the Department of Highways. He was an avid gardener and outdoorsman who gave his all to everything and asked for nothing in return. Jim is survived by daughter, Janet (Edward) Fraser, Thorburn; son, Blaine (Sonjia) Blackie, Halifax; daughters, Eileen (Carl) Boudreau, New Glasgow; Donna Blackie (Peter Olsen), New Glasgow; grandchildren: Shawn (Sandy) MacLeod, Stellarton; Lori (John) Taylor, New Glasgow; Travis (Laura) Fraser, Calgary; Jason and Douglas Blackie, Halifax; Michelle (Andrew) Ianiro, Chicago; great-grandchildren, Shelby Mae MacLeod, Stellarton; Jordan Blackie, Halifax; Aliya Ianiro, Chicago. Jim was predeceased by his wife of 67 years, Hilda Mae (MacMillan) Blackie; sister, Lottie, and brothers: John, Albert, Elwood and Ernie. At his request, cremation has taken place under the direction of McLaren Funeral Home, Pictou. Visitation will be held 2-4, 7-9 p.m. Friday, December 28, in McLaren Funeral Home. A service celebrating Jim's life will be held at 2 p.m. Saturday, December 29, in Scotsburn United Church with Mary MacDermid officiating. Interment will be held in Bethel Cemetery, Scotsburn. Reception will follow in the church hall. Donations in Jim's memory may be made to the Parkinson Society of Canada, Maritime Region, Canadian Diabetes Association or Glen Haven Manor. "Do no 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 of snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the mornings hush, I am the swift uplifting rush. Of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die. I live on in many ways, In your hearts throughout the days."