Cheryl Ann Getty, aged 75, passed away peacefully on February 4, 2026, surrounded by her loving family. Born on January 24, 1951, Cheryl Ann carried with her a lifelong resilience and connection for the people and communities she called home.
Cheryl was predeceased by her husband, Bill Saurette; and is lovingly remembered by her children, Jeffrey Byma and Janelle Byma; her step-sons, Patrick (Doris) Saurette and Nathan Saurette; and her cherished grandchildren, Ethan, Chloe, Roan, Malcolm, Matthew, Ally, and Theodore.
She built a full and meaningful life grounded in family, service, and connection. Her fondest memories include time spent at Folk Fest, trips to the mountains and to warm destinations with Billy and her family. She was generous with love, food and always had an open door for anyone visiting or needing a welcoming place to be. She will be dearly missed by all who knew her.
A celebration of life event will take place at Beverly Heights Hall (4209 111 Ave NW, Edmonton, AB T5W 0K2) on Saturday, June 13th, at 1:00 PM; a luncheon will follow. Please email cherylanncelebration@gmail.com if you require further information or would like to share a story. Cheryl Ann leaves behind a legacy of love and generosity that will endure in the hearts and lives of her family and friends.
Beverly Sadler says
Hey Cheryl, this Saturday is the celebration of life for you. I walked outside and saw all the buds coming on the flowering perennial you gave me. You are still dancing in the heavens with Billy. Just like when I met you.
I have so , so many memories of us. And you. Travels to Jamaica with my mom, to Mexico with Allan, Harvard beets and fantastic meals together. How you loved your grandchildren. Lots of laughs and singing!
You were like my sister. You knew all my pains all my joys. We were so different yet so the same. I miss you.
I can just talk you in my memories, my mind and heart. That’s all there is.
This saying means a lot to me and reminds me of you, and us.
It’s from Kahalil Gibran,”The deeper that sorrow has carved in the canyon of your heart, the more joy it can contain “. Love, Bev Sadler.