The death occurred at Muskoka Landing, Huntsville on Sunday, February 28, 2016 of Kirsti Mulock.
Beloved wife of the late Jack Mulock. Dear mother of Karen, Laura (Andy), Jack and Joanne (Henri). Missed by grandchildren and great grandchildren.
Visitation for Mrs. Kirsti Mulock will be held at the Mitchell Funeral Home, 15 High Street, Huntsville on Thursday, March 3rd, 2016 from 1-2 p.m.
Service in the chapel at 2 p.m.
In lieu of flowers, donations to the charity of your choice, would be appreciated.
Terryanne Mac Doanld
May your days in heaven be PAIN free, and may you look down on us, and give us lots and lots of laughter…I love your daughter Joanne, thank you for such a beautiful…girl,lady and woman…xoxoxoxoxoxo
Sylvie Pauzé
My deepest sympathies to all family & friends. I am glad to have met her and gotten to know her a bit throughout the many years. I was always happy to see her on holidays and random visits to her house. I’ll always remember her funny ways and small jokes and how she could make someone smile within seconds. Absolute joy to have around and very down to earth. Heaven has definitely gained a good one. I wish much peace and love to everyone for I know if tears are streaking down my face I’m sure we’re all in need of tissues. Take care and much light xox
Wendy Gilford
Deepest sympathy to you and your loved ones ..bless you all
kay mawson
I am so glad that we met and became good friends. You were and amazing lady and I am blessed to have known you. I will miss our nightly talks. Love you Kay xoxo
kay mawson
I am glad that we met and became good friends. I will miss our nightly talks. Kirsti you were an amazing lady and I am blessed to have known you. love you kay xoxo
Billy Bennett
My deepest condolences to the family. May Gods peace and comfort you through this sad time.
Wendy Allison and family
Sincerest condolences to the Mulock family. I will always remember your mom…and grandma…as a sweet gentle soul who welcomed every kid on the beach to her door. Her cottage is where I was first introduced to Pulla. I will never forget the sweet aroma of that bread which wafted down the beach road and summoned us to her kitchen. Never forgotten….