March 4, 1952 ~ February 13, 2012

Looking at Garf’s life in the last couple of months makes me realize that his guardian angel was looking after him. The timing of events leading up to his departure are miraculous, and I’m convinced filled his life with joy.
First, the trip down to Costa Rica, then a gorgeous weekend on Nelson Island, and finally, working in the woods with a friend cutting wood, something he always enjoyed and was impressively good at. To cross over while working at a task that was close to his heart was the ideal way to go, suddenly without lingering pain, and no doubt enjoying what he was doing to the last minute. I can’t imagine a more appropriate ending. In my personal opinion it’s not really the end, but a beginning of a new phase of existence, and he could be smiling down at you right now.
Garf was a fabulous, supportive husband and father, with a wonderful sense of humour, and I’m sure that everyone who knew him will miss him a lot.
– Stewart Rae, Garf’s father-in-law

ON THE DUNES
If there is any life when death is over,
These tawny beaches will know much of me,
I shall come back, as constant and as changeful
As the unchanging, many-coloured sea.
Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933)

There will be no service, as Garf would have hated that! Please honour your local health centre or the Canadian Heart and Stroke Foundation.