In Memory of

Suzanne

Lise

Pearl

Jensen

(Morin)

Obituary for Suzanne Lise Pearl Jensen (Morin)

She was strong, she was brave, she was fierce but gentle.

Suzanne Lise Pearl Jensen was born in a Northern Ontario town to a Francophone family March 24, 1951. She was sent to an Ottawa boarding school at the age of 12, with her older sister, Diane. She never returned to the family home and on graduation she made a life in Montreal. While standing at a bus stop, the snow drifted up her legs and she decided to leave cold Montreal and head west. She left her little brother, Andre, who she had helped raise, and traveled west with a collection of snakes in the bed of an old truck. In Washington state she helped found a vegan restaurant. She travelled, as we all did then, on a thumb stuck out. Eventually she ended up in Prince Rupert. On a trip to Haida Gwaii, she met Stan and they were each other’s shelter in the storm for 44 years. Suzanne and Stan built an early life of adventure, living on & building boats, raising a daughter, Kyrsten, on the water who saw the wonders of the BC coast. Sold the last boat and she said “I need some pucker factor”, so then she rode around Western North America on her own large BMW motorcycle for the next decade. She was the best riding partner ever.

Upon retirement from Victoria General Hospital, she took 2 art lessons, and then never looked back - She found her passion. She could be found in her studio with the high windows, overlooking the hills and the ocean of East Sooke, in a house that they designed and built. She immersed herself in the art world. Juried Art shows, Moss St Paint-Ins, many exhibitions with other artists: all part of her excitement of being an artist. She helped at the Sooke Fine Art Gift Shop, board member of the Sooke Fine Arts Society. She always gave 110%.

She lived with and loved her Bernese Mountain Dogs. Abby, Chance and Penny are waiting for her at the rainbow bridge. Lulu misses her so, and Porter would love to jump in her lap and give her a big hairy, wet hug, all 125 lbs of him.

When Kyrsten brought Richard home for the first time, she knew he was Kyrsten’s match and loved him from the start. She was thrilled to meet and enjoy her grandson William and watch as he grew from baby to small boy.

She lived life on her terms and exercised control over her journey’s end in the way only an old soul can. She will be missed by her family and all in her world.

No flowers please, buy some art instead, she would have said. No service or funeral is planned at her request.