Obituary
Myron’s joy-filled journey through this life likely pales in comparison to the homecoming in heaven, which he embraced with open arms and open heart. Embraced now by perfect love, his loves in this life Adam and Malena; Shea and Daryn, Jaylon, and Mary Lynn (his wife). She sweet sorrow of now saying “see you later” is perhaps shared by many more, too many to name. Family, friends, folks from far-flung places. Sometimes he remembered those names, always he remembered their faces. Myron’s enthusiasm for everything led him sometimes into harrowing and humbling spaces. Called to teach in Brandon, Manitoba, his signature style touched students without disrespecting their desires. Myron’s projects kept him percolating as he inevitably began every day with a hearty breakfast of a sweet, white coffee and a handmade cigarette; hummin a nameless tune. Myron never stopped teaching others as he lived out what it looks like to trust your God wholeheartedly to his final breath. Myron made us believe in miracles again, as he held our hearts and hands through valleys and over mountains for over 78 years! Myron claimed he’d “sleep when he’s dead”; if you listen closely to the sounds of nature, perhaps you too will hear his soft sigh of sleepy contentment today. We miss you already Myron; and your coffee’s still warm! we’ll bring it along when we meet again in the beyond.
Forever French Family
Who is the angel now, I wonder?
As I walk this beach of beauty
Hear the surf and taste the sea
I am silenced by the sunshine
And the hold you have on me
Then just beyond my vision
There appears a distant blow
As I walk toward in wonder
As deep within I know
We’ve been walking on this beach now
Every morning for a while
Yet there hasn’t been a touch shared
As I step onward with a smile
There’s a meeting place for resting
A spot to sit and soothe one’s soul
On some drift wood just ahead now
I see you waiting to be whole
Every step now brings me nearer
So close now I can hear
I can hear the melody you’re singing
Coming to me crystal clear
My heartache lifts it’s wings up
And leaves me light as air
Freeing me to soar
In graceful tear-soaked prayer
The glow I see is fire, burning warm
Inviting me to come nearer to it’s circle
Dropping stresses in the sea
That fire is love compelling
Burning for eternity
Drawing me into the arms of
He you made and sent to me
So here I am surrendering to the feelings
As they flow
Knowing I am loved completely
No matter where I go
The ocean vast and churning
Where I cast away my cares
Now settles into silence
As I journey on these shores
You – my valentine – mean the world to me
You – my valentine – are the light of my life.
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Our most sincere sympathies to the family and friends of Myron George French September 29 1943 February 23 2022 (age 78)..
Death notice for the town of: Qualicum-Beach, Province: Colombie britanique