1925 - 2013
This is a poem written by John Charles Gleason, who passed away quietly at St. Mary's Hospital on February 22, 2013.
John is survived by his wife Sheila Stewart, who loved him dearly, and by his many children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren, all of whom he truly loved and who will miss him forever. Had he had more time he surely would have written a poem saying thank you to Dr. Spithoff, to everyone at St. Mary's Hospital and to everyone who came to his home, who all took care of him with such kindness.
A celebration of John's life will be held at the Gibsons Legion Hall on Saturday, March 16, at 1:00 p.m. There will be lots of stories to be told.
The Sunshine Coast
Sure a little bit of misery fell from out the sky one day
And nestled in the ocean not so far from English Bay;
And when the angels found it, nicely wrapped in icy fog,
They said suppose we leave it; it's not fit for man or dog.
So they sprinkled it with toadstools and a few assorted slugs;
'Tis the only place you'll find them in the corners of your rugs.
And when they had it finished and someone proposed a toast,
A giggly little angel said, "Here's to the Sunshine Coast."