Saturday, January 28, 2017
I have lost a great friend, with whom I spent many times of laughter, someone who lit up when he saw you, as you lit up when you saw him, who never failed to lighten up any one of my days, that he was part of. He was one of the most intelligent men I have known, his knowledge astounded me, he helped me solve many problems. When we were younger we would share the occasional non-alcoholic beer and a cigar over good conversation, Barry loved to visit. As a chiropractor, I could never replace him, he would go to his office or come to your home anytime, dependent on your need, as I found out over the years. One day, as I was preparing for school, my back went out, I crawled down the hallway to my bed and phoned Barry. Barry and Wilma lived down the road at Ascot Heights. Barry said, let me have a shower, John and I will be right over. In the shower he stepped on the soap, he fell wrenching and hurting his own back. So, when I heard him at the door, I came down the hall bent at a right angle to see Barry coming toward me also bent at a right angel. My son, Jak, said something inappropriate about us, Barry told him, young man, your day will come (It did, but Barry, being Barry, did not take revenge, he was full of empathy for Jak). With mixed emotions I watched a Barry, who was in as much pain as I, help me, his face contorted in pain. He was quite a guy, with a very big heart. His exile to Vegreville was not easy, but he accepted it with grace. My last visit in October concerned me. Now Barry is at peace. Wilma and family you have my condolences .
