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George Harry Brown

June 13, 1931 ~ April 14, 2018 (age 86)

G. Harry Brown

June 13, 1931 – April 14, 2018

 

Harry passed peacefully in his sleep on Saturday, April 14th at Royal Columbian Hospital with his beloved wife Bett and sons David, Hal and Brad holding his hands to guide him through his final journey. Harry battled long & hard & fought the good fight throughout many years of medical problems.

 

He leaves behind his family - wife Bett, David (Brenda), Amy (Chris) & Simon. Daughter Judy (Terry) & family, Edmonton, AB; Sons Hal (Allene) & family, Winnipeg; Jim (Matt), Vancouver; Brad (Theresa) & family, Calgary. Sisters Doris, Edmonton & Marjorie, Qualicum. Also with him on this journey were wonderful friends Denise & Jody. Grateful thanks to Dr. Brown for her care and help. Thank you also to Dr. Al Maberley, Vancouver for helping prolong Harry’s sight for 46 years, Dr. Agnieszka Barts (diabetes), Dr. Alice Klinkhoff and Dr. Sheila Webster – He so enjoyed your visit last week.

 

Harry spent most of his adult life in the housing business, building homes in Southern Alberta, Winnipeg, and the lower Mainland – Coquitlam and Langley. In 1977 he & Bett began their own successful property management business, Fraser Valley Condominium Management Corporation with the help of David & Jody. Harry was an avid photographer until the loss of his sight in 2015. He was president of Clear Focus Cam Club in Pitt Meadows for 8 years. Harry was a gentle giant and his footsteps will be so hard to fill. Love & Peace.

 

High Flight by John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

 

Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,

And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;

Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth

Of sun-split clouds…and done a hundred things

You have not dreamed of…wheeled and soared and swung

High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,

I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung

My eager craft through footless halls of air.

Up, up, the long, delirious burning blue

I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace

Where never lark, nor even eagle flew.

And while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod

The high untrespassed sanctity of space…

…put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

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