This memorial website was created in memory of our beloved friend, family, husband, brother, father and Bumpa, Alan Snare, 71 years old. He will missed by everyone he touched.
“I don’t know what will be next, but it will be a adventure” - Alan said whenever a fork in the road occurred
Alan Snare- Resident of Anchorage, Alaska by way of Reno, Nevada passed away July 14th 2018 in Reno, Nevada after a hard fought battle with cancer at the age of 71.
Alan enjoyed a long, happy life; filled with family, hard work, adventure, and lots of jokes. To the end- he never lost his determination, humor or strength of character.
Alan wore many hats in his life- Brother, Scholar, Soldier, Husband, Father, Rocket Scientist, Engineer, Business Owner, Grandfather- to name only a few.
Alan was born in the small town of Greenbush, MN October 22nd, 1946 To Adrian J. and Marion R. Snare.
He traveled all over the country on many adventures. Alan’s favorite things to do were hunting, fishing, taking long road trips, seeing new places, and time with his family. He loved the prairies, the ocean, the mountains, and the deserts. He enjoyed a good story and a bad joke. He was known by many and loved by most. Family was always his biggest source of pride and happiness.
Alan’s career was very diverse and spanned from plumbing, HVAC, Truck driver, Air Force lieutenant, snowmobile test engineer, electrical engineer, rocket scientist, safety guy for the oil fields, safety trainer for OSHA training, Safety guy for the defense industry- he wore so many hats.
Alan will be sadly missed and his life celebrated by his wife Sylvia, son Kris and daughter 2 Mary, daughter Erica and son in law James, his grandchildren Elena, Haley, Kaitlynn and Alex, siblings Kerry and Connie, Noel and Mary Jo, Julie Ann and Bob, Scott and Laura, his beloved nieces and nephews and their children along with a large extended family that was all very dear to him.
He is proceeded in death by his parents, Adrian and Marion; wife Sandy; his niece Jessica and nephew Brandon and his beloved aunts and uncles.
A Celebration of Life was held at the American Legion in Wasilla, AK on 8/18/18
A 2nd Celebration of Life will be held in Minnesota – tentatively scheduled for November 2018 and the location is still TBD.
Tributes
Leave a tributeI’d Like the Memory of Me
To be a Happy One
I’d Like to Leave an Afterglow of Smiles
When Life is Done
I’d Like to Leave an Echo
Whispering Softly
Down the Ways
Of Happy Times and
Laughing times and
Bright Sunny Days
I’d Like the Tears of Those
Who Grieve, to Dry
Before the Sun
Of Happy Memories
That I Leave
When Life is done.
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
Which you always used
Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity nor sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed
At the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me.
Let my name be ever the household word
That it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is an absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you for an interval
Somewhere. Very near just around the corner.
ALL IS WELL
(author Henry Scott Holland)
We will see you again.
Leave a Tribute
I’d Like the Memory of Me
To be a Happy One
I’d Like to Leave an Afterglow of Smiles
When Life is Done
I’d Like to Leave an Echo
Whispering Softly
Down the Ways
Of Happy Times and
Laughing times and
Bright Sunny Days
I’d Like the Tears of Those
Who Grieve, to Dry
Before the Sun
Of Happy Memories
That I Leave
When Life is done.
A Father’s patience
so- it might sound like a story about me... but honestly it speaks to his patience and determination too.
My parents loved to bring this one up as a example of my early stubbornness- but I think it speaks more to the foundations of me and my father’s relationship.
He was trying to teach me to speak... and to be polite.
My first two words were Dad and No...
I was in my high chair after eating - I was giving dad the look to ask for something.
He says: all you have to say is “down please daddy”
I say: “dad, no”
He tells me again: all you have to say is “down please daddy”
I say: dad, no
Now depending on who is telling the story or how irritating I had been to the story teller that week... depends on if this exchange went on for 10 minutes or 30 minutes.
Finally a frustrated father leaves me in the high chair and walks out the door to the garage for a break- leaving me with mom.
As soon as I hear the click of the latch:
I say: down please daddy...
This was usually followed by dad turning to me grinning “little shit”
I love you dad. I love that you told the story. I love that you smiled when you told the story.