Obituary of Ronda June Tschritter (Pahl)

It is with great sadness that we announce Ronda June (Pahl) Tschritter of Lacombe. Ronda passed away after a hard fight of cancer on the 1st of July 2021 at the age of 70 at the Lacombe Hospital surrounded by her family. Ronda was born the 30th of June 1951 in Hanna, AB where she grew up. Ronda is survived by her loving husband Raymond Tschritter of 51 years; her brother Larry Pahl; Tammy Williams (oldest daughter), her grandchildren Shania and Wyatt Purdie; Tanis (youngest daughter) and Rory Park; along with grandchildren Seth Blagen (Kristen)  and Sierra Park. As well as her beautiful great grandchildren: Kaleb, Paisley and Amber.

Ronda had the biggest heart of them all. She would give you the shirt off her back if you needed it . We are all blessed to have had her in our lives to bring us that sweet smile of hers and cheer you up as she walked in the room. She will be greatly missed as she was greatly loved by many. She had many passions, her love of BINGO and Rummage Sales (anywhere to save a buck). Her gardening and her lovely flower beds. 

There will be no service or memorial as to her wishes . Ronda was predeceased by her mother Laura Mahoney (2018) and father Otto Pahl (1972). She will be laid to rest with Laura in Hanna, Alberta at a future date.

Any contributions can be made by donations to The Lacombe Hospital, Lacombe Alberta.

Wilsons Funeral Chapel of Lacombe, Alberta was in care of the arrangements.  

DEATH IS NOTHING AT ALL...

I have only slipped away into the next door room-I am I and you are you ...whatever we were to each other , that we still are. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone; wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrows. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effect, without the ghost of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was; there is absolutely unbroken continuity. What is this death, but negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind, because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval. Somewhere very near just around the corner...All is well.