Neil (Gus) Long
Date de décès : 16 mai 2008
87, North Sydney It is with great sadness that the family announce the passing of Gus Long on Friday, May 16, 2008, at the Cape Breton Regional Hospital, Sydney. Born in North Sydney, he was the son of the late Thomas and Amelia (Snow) Long. Gus had been employed as an interior decorator for most of his life in Ontario. He was a veteran of the Second World War serving overseas with the C.B. Highlanders. Gus loved music. He enjoyed playing his guitar and harmonica at Indian Beach, North Sydney in summer months, visiting local guest homes to entertain their residents, as well as writing and recording several of his own songs. He was a talented woodworker and carver, and was an avid fisherman. He is survived by his son, Thomas, British Columbia; three daughters, Flora, British Columbia, Pearl, London, Ont., and Mildred Blackie, North Sydney; his brother, Joey, North Sydney; three sisters, Romona Ross, North Sydney, Rita Gaudon, Newfoundland, and Edna Phillips, Halifax; several grandchiildren and great-grandchildren. Also surviving is his best friend and companion of 14 years, Minnie MacDougall, and her daughters, Mazie Scott and Peggy Degaust; and by many nieces and nephews. Gus was predeceased by his wife, Lillian (Osmond) Long, three brothers, Charlie, Percy and Frank, his sister, Evelyn and granddaughter, Lisa Capp. His love, laughter and music will be missed by all. There will be no visitation or funeral service by request. A private burial will take place in Lakeside Cemetery, North Sydney. Memorial donations may be made to the Canadian Cancer Society. Funeral arrangements entrusted to the W.J. Dooley Funeral Home, North Sydney. Online condolences may be sent to info@wjdooley.com. Miss Me-But Let Me Go When I come to the end of the road, And the sun has set for 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, And not with your head bowed low, Remember the love that we once shared, Miss me but let me go. For this is a journey that we all may 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 friends we know, And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds, Miss me but let me go. Forever loved by Minnie.
