Sheila Margaret Maxine Bayers
Sheila Margaret Maxine Bayers
Home city: Saint John, NB
Date of crash: March 11th, 2011
The crash happened March 11, at 8:30 p.m. on the road connecting Rothesay with the airport, between Golden Grove Road and Cosy Lake Road, just past the French Village exit. The crash closed Highway 111 near the airport for three hours. Sheila and the other driver were each alone in their vehicles, when the head-on collision occurred. The driver (30 year old male) of the other vehicle was treated in hospital and released, and has not spent any time in custody. According to reports at the time of the crash the weather conditions included rain and fog. At the writing of this memorial, the Justice System is still spinning its wheels in regards to the case. The driver of the other vehicle has pled not guilty to 3 charges: Impaired driving causing death, criminal negligence causing death, and operating a motor vehicle with an alcohol level over the legal limit causing death, with a trial date on May 28, 29, 30, 2012.
Sheila was my bestest friend in the whole world. But before I explain why that is, you need to know a little about Sheila.
Sheila was born in Paradise River, NFLD. Both of her parents are deceased (Mother had passed away in the late fall of 2010). Sheila was the baby in a family of twelve brothers and sisters. She was an aunt, cousin, and a friend to everybody. She was a selfless person, always helping others anyway she could. Sheila played many roles/parts in her short life (which ended way too soon, by somebody who didn’t respect himself or anybody else that was on the road that night, in the condition he was in, and the weather conditions at the time). She had mentioned that, she even worked in the woods, and was a take out cook too. She did whatever she had to do, as a single mom, so that her precious sons: Jamie and Jason were well looked after.
Sheila was also an RNA for the Atlantic Health Sciences Corporation all over Southern New Brunswick. So, you know by that fact, she was a compassionate, caring individual. And it wasn’t only people that she was compassionate and caring for, she adored her cats!! Always worrying about them, if they had been let out, and they didn’t immediately come back, or went missing.
Sheila became engaged in December 2010 to Albert (“Dave – everybody called him by this name”) Clark, when she had gone to Fort McMurray to visit with him (he was up there working). After coming back from this trip, she started talking about her wedding. She and Dave hadn’t set a specific date, but it was to be sometime in July or August of 2011. The day of her funeral, was the day that she was to get her engagement ring back from the jeweler, after having it resized.
And now for ‘my Sheila’.
I first met Sheila back in the very early 90’s. Once we got talking about different things that had happened to us, and the curve balls that had got thrown to us, I believe that is when our friendship took off!! Unless you have travelled in somebody else’s shoes, you can’t say, been there, done that!! Well both Sheila and I had been there and done that, together!! We had our good/bad times, happy/sad times, laughter and tear moments. All of which I’ll never forget!! She was always there for me: helped me move a couple of times, helped connect a washer/dryer (after I had made a few trips to the hardware store, and cutting/bruising my knuckles/hands). I called her and not 20 minutes later, she was on my doorstep and not 10 mins. later she had everything hooked up. She certainly was a “Ms. Fixit”. If she didn’t/couldn’t help you with something, then she probably knew of somebody that could. And on more then one occasion she did that for me (i.e., Dec. 31, 2010 I had gone up town the night before, for an initial meeting for a ‘Homeless’ shelter meeting, who were looking for volunteers. I came out after the meeting, my car wouldn’t start. A couple of men from the meeting tried several times/things to get it going, and nothing worked. I got a lift home that night, and sat here trying to figure out who could help me. I checked with a neighbour, he couldn’t help. I sent out emails to people I thought could, no replies, so discouraged I went to bed. The next morning I got up and started going through my phone book, and the first number I called was Sheila. She told me to hold on, that she’d make some calls and get back to me. Short time later, she called, “get your boots on, and be ready” she said. I’m on my way into pick you up, we’ll stop and get coffee, and then meet John at the parking lot where the car was.
So in she comes. It’s a very, very cold and frosty morning. We stop at Timmie’s and grab coffee, (I had told her I didn’t want one, she knew that the reason why I didn’t want a coffee was that I didn’t have the money for it). We drive up town and meet in the parking lot, and in no time at all the car is going!! She even stays around while the car is warming up, to make sure it will continue to go. I gave her a big hug, and told her that I didn’t know how I could ever repay her for helping me she said “no Sue Sue, I owe you for looking after my ‘boys’. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been there that time, I ended up in the hospital”. That was the kind of person Sheila was, always doing/helping others, before herself. But don’t stand in her way, if she’s doing something for ‘her boys’.
But now she is no longer here for those who love her and cared very deeply for her. I’m so lost without you!!!
To my dear friend Sheila: Since hearing about the crash and the circumstances behind it, I made a promise to you, and myself that I would do anything I could, at anytime, anywhere, so your senseless death wouldn’t go unnoticed. Because I knew that if our roles were reversed, that you’d be doing the same for me, if not more. So, in your memory, and to honour our friendship, I became a volunteer (and recently elected to the Board) with MADD Saint John, (N.B.,) and area chapter.
I know that you’d be laughing yourself silly of the great lengths I went to just get a ‘button’ made with your picture on it (“Oh Sue Sue, you silly girl” – with her Newfoundland accent – or to get the few pictures of you, and you/I), so that I could wear it to court. I want the people of the Justice System/and others – especially the accused – to know, that you weren’t just another statistic as a result of a drunk driver, or a number on an accident report. That you were an important person in peoples lives, and that you mattered to us all.
Sheila, you were the bestest friend a person could ever ask for. You were more of a family to me…
“Friends are God’s way of apologizing to us for our families” – Author unknown
“Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly” – Author unknown
Sheila: Thank you for being my angel. Till we meet again, my old and dear friend.
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