Isabelle Marjorie Nisbet

Isabelle Marjorie Nisbet (née Housch), aged 93, passed away peacefully on May 3, 2026, at Ridge Meadows Hospital, with her children by her side.

Born on December 18, 1932, to John and Ella Housch, Isabelle will be remembered for her warm spirit, her love of dancing, and the many friendships she formed through her volunteer work with the Ladies Auxiliary at Royal Canadian Legion Branch 263, the Vancouver Jazz Club, and Venvi Sunwood Retirement Residence.

She was predeceased by her parents, John and Ella Housch; her brother, Lloyd Housch; her sister, Verleen Spady; and her husband, Stanley Nisbet.

Isabelle will be deeply missed by her loving family: her sister, Vicki (Larry) Shipowick; her brother, Larry Housch; her children, Charlene, Rodney, Valerie (Tony), and Fawn (Brad); her eight grandchildren, Travis (Jen), Jason (Sheila), Serena (Justin), Shaun (Laura), Tara (Devon),

Meaghan (Jon), Jenna (Tyler), and Mitchel; her 13 great-grandchildren, Adam, Nathan, Dane, Noah, Stella, Esmae, Lewis, Reese, Alexander, Allyson, Bentley, Wesley, and Kellan; as well as many dear friends and loved ones who will miss her deeply.

In accordance with Isabelle's wishes, her urn will be interred in the Fraser Gardens Columbarium, Haney B-31 , at Maple Ridge Cemetery. In lieu of flowers, donations in her memory may be made to the Kidney Foundation.

Details regarding a Celebration of Life will be shared at a later date.

The family extends heartfelt thanks to the doctors, nurses, and staff at Ridge Meadows Hospital for their compassionate care.

When I'm Gone

When I come to the end of my journey,

And I travel my last weary mile,

Just forget if you can, that I ever frowned, And remember only the smile.

Forget unkind words I have spoken;

Remember some good I have done; Forget that I ever had heartache,

And remember I've had loads of fun.

Forget that I've stumbled and blundered, And sometimes fell by the way.

Remember have fought some hard battles, And won, ere the close of the day.

Then forget to grieve for my going,

I would not have you sad for a day,

But in summer just gather some flowers, And remember the place where I lay.

And come in the evening

When the sun paints the sky in the west; Stand for a few moments beside me, And remember only the best.

— Lyman Hancock