Dad - Errol Hemingson, Has Passed Away

Dear Family and Friends,

At approximately 4:00 am this morning, Saturday, February 16, Dad passed away in his sleep in the Palliative Ward at St. Paul's Hospital in Vancouver, BC, Canada.  Dad was just a few days shy of his 70th Birthday on February 23.

Dad saw both myself and my brother Brad and his family on Friday.  

Dad's last words to Brad were "I love you", and to me he whispered, "It's been good, now it's time to end this."

Dad was listening to a compilation of Classical Music given to him by my brother Kent, so the last thing he heard was the best of Mozart, Beethoven, Bach, and Vivaldi's Four Seasons, among others.

In lieu of flowers, please feel free if you so desire, to make a charitable donation to St. Paul's Hospital.

It was Dad's wish to be cremated, and a Wake/Memorial Service/Celebration of Life will be announced shortly.

If you would like to ask me anything, please don't hesitate to call me at (604) 331-0333.

Pictures of Dad's last trip in the Bahamas aboard the Dream Chaser can be seen at www.bostonorbust.ca

Thank you again on behalf of Dad and our family for your many expressions of support, sympathy and kindness.

Please feel free to forward this message to anyone you think appropriate.

Best Wishes and Warmest Affection, Vince Hemingson

!01 - 3131 West 4th Avenue

Vancouver, BC

Canada  V6K 1R6

The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveler hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.

The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveler to the shore.
And the tide rises, the tide falls.


Henry Wadsworth Longfellow