Monday, September 15, 2025
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To some, my brother might have seemed like a BIlly Goat Gruff---tough, stubborn, maybe even a little grumpy at times. But to those who knew him, he had a heart of pure gold. He was my rock growing up, and he was a steady, founding force in our families lives.
He had a way of showing love that didn't need words. It was in the way he showed up, the way he took care of things. the way he made you feel just by being there. I have so many memories of our time together---ones that still make me smile.
From an early age, taking me horse back riding no saddle just us, holding on tight.
I remember us taking the horse and cutter out into the bush to find the perfect Christmas tree. It was cold, the snow deep, but we were on a mission. He would climb a tree, cut the top off until we had the perfect one to take home.
Fishing with our bamboo poles at the Nation River in South Mountain. He would put on the worms and take off any fish, and one time to our surprise a crab.
Taking me flying in his plane for the first time. Landing on the grass air strip on the Ulseth farm and before coming to a complete stop quickly jumping out to pull down the tail end.
The long road trip in his 66 Chevelle with Anne and firends via the USA route to Montral for Expo 67. Camping and sightseeing along the way.
Over the years our families have gone on trips including back to Holland, tracing our roots.
He wasn't flashy. He didn't need to be. His strength was quiet, and his love was deep and unwavering.
I carry those memories with me and the comfort of knowing that I was lucky enough to call him my brother. He may be gone from this world but he'll never be gone from my heart. Rest easy, you were one of a kind and you'll always be with me.
