Murray,

Thank you for our two lovely children. David and Breanne. You were a great father.
The wonderful memories we had when we were together - I'll cherish forever.,


Donna.


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Dear Dad

There was so much left unsaid… If only there was just one more hour I could have said I love you and goodbye.

Growing up you gave me every opportunity possible to have my best life. Though I wasn’t as lucky as my brother inheriting your book smarts, I was able to receive the gift of a musical ear and your love of travel. Both David and I loved playing sports and we always appreciated all the time and extra practice that you helped us with to make sure we followed our dreams and passions. You would go as far even to catch for us when both us where pitching so hard it would bruise and hurt your hands. Even when you just came home from a very long trip you would change and grab your glove to play ball for hours or drive us to all our sporting events.

I wish more than anything that you would have been able to walk me down the aisle and see David get married or play with future grandkids, but I do know that you will be watching over us and protect us forever. We will never forget how much you loved us and all the support and advice you gave us to grow up and become great people.

I wrote a poem when I was eight years old. I remember working so hard on it and when you opened it up for your birthday you cried when you read it… You kept it with you as you said you always would. From what I can remember:

Daddy, I love you you are everything to me, though I may not always show it you are the hero in all my dreams. You battled dragons, evil villains, and trees you do everything in the world to make sure I’m safe, you are always there to protect me. Whenever I need you, you are always there for me. You always go the extra mile to make sure I will have everything I need. If I grow up and we grow apart to know that you are my hero forever and forever the protector of my heart.

I miss you every day Always and Forever

Your Daughter


Breanne


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My father gave me the best gift I could ever ask for, apart from life itself; that was the gift of encouragement, and belief that I could achieve anything. This is something that Murray would instill in both of his children David and Breanne growing from children into young adults.

My father was an expert in communicating with other people and was a terrific role model. When asked he was able to give good advice to his friends and family. He genuinely cared for those around him, as they did for him. This was instilled from his immediate family from birth until leaving the nest of the farm when pursuing his professional aviation career, as was the importance of family to him.

Murray Chalmers spent a majority of his professional career flying commercial aircraft. He attended his aviation school in British Columbia. His career started and ended in domestic flights; but spent a good portion of his flying time overseas, where his appreciation for photography and culturally different music grew from.

As we gather today to remember him, let us remember to cherish his soul, and to pass on the joy and legacy that my father passed on to others.

I’d now like to close with a poem.
“Miss Me But Let Me Go”
When I came to the end of the day,
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little, but not too long
And not with your head bowed low
Remember the love we once shared
Miss me, but let me go
For this is a journey we all must take
And each must go alone
It’s all part of the maker’s plan
A step on the road to home
When you are lonely and sick at heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds
Miss me, but let me go.
This is how I feel my father would want us to grieve. He would not want us to all cry for months but instead would want for us to let him go. He would want for us to be kind to one another, and to be there for each other, and to continue on our own journey.

Love from your son,

David.