RICHARD (DICK/TIM) PARSONS

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RICHARD (DICK/TIM) PARSONS Peacefully, on July 5, 2003 at the Riverview Health Centre, Richard (Dick/Tim) Parsons left us to begin the final leg of his journey. Dick was born in the district of Corsham, Wiltshire, England on December 19, 1935. He emigrated to Canada in 1966, settling in Port Hope and Toronto, ON before moving to Winnipeg in 1979. Predeceased by his parents, Ronald and Irene (nee Hunt), Dick leaves behind fond memories for his wife Marci, stepsons Aidan and Dustin Boivin, daughters Andrea Szebeledy, Elaine (Wayne) McNaughton and son Ian (Kristen). Left also to cherish his memory is his brother David (Rhoda) of Calne, Wiltshire, England, stepsister Miriam (Ted) Brown of Oxon, England, and mother-in-law Lucette Ritchot. He will be forever remembered for his dry sense of humour, strength, compassion and his true friendship. Cremation has taken place, and at Dicks request, there will be no service. If friends so desire, donations in Dicks memory may be made to CancerCare Manitoba, 109-675 McDermot Ave., Winnipeg, MB R3E 0V9. If I be the first of us to die, Let grief not blacken long your sky. Be bold yet modest in your grieving. There is a change but not a leaving. For just as death is part of life, The dead live on forever in the living. And all the gathered riches of our journey, The moments shared, the mysteries explored, The steady layering of intimacy stored, The things that made us laugh or weep or sing, The joy of sunlit snow or first unfurling of the spring, The wordless language of look and touch, The knowing, Each giving and each taking, These are not flowers that fade, Nor trees that fall and crumble, Nor are they stone, For even stone cannot the wind and rain withstand And mighty mountain peaks in time reduce to sand. What we were, we are. What we had, we have. A conjoined past imperishably present. So when you walk the woods where once we walked together And scan in vain the dappled bank beside you for my shadow, Or pause where we always did upon the hill to gaze across the land, And spotting something, reach by habit for my hand, And finding none, feel sorrow start to steal upon you, Be still. Close your eyes. Breathe. Listen for my footfall in your heart. I am not gone but merely walk within you. Nicholas Evans Marci, Aidan and Dustin thank their circle of friends for their support. Grandson, Ethan, now has his own special guardian angel. GARRY MEMORIAL FUNERAL HOME Cemetery and Cremation Centre 925-1120

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As published in Winnipeg Free Press on Jul 08, 2003