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Showing posts with label celebration of life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label celebration of life. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Sad News - Al Driver's Death

Hello, dear friends.

I am sad to tell you that our beloved Al Driver passed away from colon cancer on Monday, January 4, 2016, at about 10 p.m. at the Regina Wascana Grace Hospice. I was with him at the time, as were several nurses. He passed peacefully. The previous few days had been particularly difficult for him and us, so his passing was a blessing of sorts.

An obituary will appear in the Regina Leader-Post (via Speers Cremation and Funeral Services) within the next few days. (Obituary link) A service celebrating Al’s life (primarily organized by Al before his passing) will be held on Saturday, January 23, at 2 p.m., at Westminster United Church, 3025-13th Ave, Regina, SK. At Al’s request, please wear bright colours to celebrate the laughter and love that he shared with the world.

Flowers gratefully declined. Anyone wishing to make a donation in memory of Al may do so to Heritage United Church, 1050 N. Arnason St, Regina, SK S4X 4K9.

Thank you so much for your love and care of our family during these past four and a half months. Cancer can be cruel and we felt you holding us up during those times on this journey. Please continue to hold our family and extended family in your thoughts and prayers in the days ahead.

The final word goes to Al, who chose this poem for his memorial card:
Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Everything remains as it was.
The old life we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no sorrow in your tone.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.