Obituary of June Martha Feltmate
June Feltmate, lovingly known as Gramma June, passed away July 26, 2026, age of 92, at home in Stellarton surrounded by the love of her family. Born on June 26, 1934, in Egerton, Nova Scotia, she was the beloved daughter of the late Lawrence and Mary Bell (Chaulker) Robertson. She spent much of her life in Westville, N.S., where she built a beautiful life with her husband and children, defined by kindness, compassion, creativity, and curiosity.
She is survived by siblings Edwina, Keith and Terry all of Cobourg Ont. Children Lori Ann Johnson (Kevin) Thorburn, Peggy (Rick) Bill (Della) David (Renee) Quebec, Grandchildren Julie, Eddie, Rogan, Angela, Heidi, Samantha, Virginia, Charlotte, Kaitlynn, Thomas. 18 great grandchildren. 3 great great grandchildren. Along with countless cousins, nieces, nephews, and cherished friends.
She was employed as a store Supervisor with Bens limited until she retired in 1984. June was a lifelong believer education. In the midst of raising children, her curiosity led her to take many night classes in Emergency Management Organization, Book Keeping, Home Nursing, Cake Decorating (until her freezer overflowed with cakes and the family begged her to stop), Sewing, doll making, Photography and Photo Development. She always stressed the importance of being physically active, and led by example during her tenures as secretary, treasurer and VP of the Westville T.O.P.S. Branch, she was a regular sight in town on her daily walks, she practiced yoga, and her husband's personal favourite: belly dancing. She was a member of the Westville Curling Club for many years and never missed a Saturday night dance.
June was an avid reader whose love of books inspired a passion for reading across five generations of her family. She encouraged those around her to be creative, imaginative, ask questions, and to seek knowledge. Her willingness to continue learning and trying new things was an inspiration to everyone who knew her.
She found peace and happiness outdoors, where she loved spending time surrounded by the beauty of nature. She loved walking on crisp winter days, and in warm summer rains. She reveled in the changing seasons, she found joy in the world around her and taught her family to do the same.
She shared childhood stories with her grandchildren, giving them appreciation for how different the world looks now, compared to her childhood. So many of our visits started with, "tell me a story about when you were little".
Her creative talents were as remarkable as they were varied. She was a gifted baker, her house always smelled like cookies, she expressed herself through photography, painting, sewing. Her lovingly handcrafted dolls and angels became treasured keepsakes for family and friends. Each piece she made carried her warmth, patience, imagination, and generous heart. Her creativity extended into her love for Christmas. Her home was a Christmas wonderland (for several months of the year). She spent countless hours carefully creating extravagant Christmas villages, homemade decorations, and putting the magic into the Christmas season for her family, grandchildren, and friends. She took great pride in everything she did, always giving her all and never leaving anything unfinished.
Perhaps one of her greatest gifts was her capacity to love. Beyond being a mother to her own children, she selflessly became a foster mother, welcoming children into her home with kindness, stability, and unconditional care. She believed that family was built through love, generosity, and acceptance, and that family was not defined only by biology.
Above all else, she was devoted to her family. She celebrated every milestone, offered comfort during difficult times, shared her wisdom freely, keeping everyone humble through her unwavering honesty and strong opinions. She created traditions and memories that will continue to be cherished for generations.
Although our hearts are heavy with loss, we find comfort in knowing that her legacy lives on in every well-loved book, homemade dessert, Christmas village, new hobby, nature walk, and every act of kindness inspired by her remarkable example.
June did not wish for her family and friends to endure the stress of a traditional funeral. Instead, she wanted to be celebrated with joy, and to be remembered by her best years with fondness. Despite having lived for 92 years, she believed life was too short to wallow in grief and offers the following poem to her friends and family:
When I have 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 for 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 we all must take, and each must go alone.
Its all part of the Master's plan, a step on the road home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart, go to the friends we know and bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.
Miss me, but let me go.
(Author, unknown}.
Forever loved, deeply missed, and always remembered, June will continue to shine brightly through the many lives she touched.
There will be no visitation or funeral service at this time.