From the first time we met Doug, we always enjoyed our time with him. We will truly miss him on our trips to the BVJ in Camrose, where he showed me there is a God. Because we were on our way to the Bowl and it was quite a walk, he was getting thirsty and stated "Oh Man if there was a Beer God he would have a beer for me here", and we walked another 5yds and there it was a can of beer on the road. Doug will always be a cherished Friend we will miss. We truly enjoyed our trips to BVJ and the CFR. To Doug, I pray you are enjoying meeting the Beer God,  Jim and Flora

My earliest clear memory of my father is one I will always treasure. When I was small I was known to be a daddy's girl. I liked to cuddle with him and sit on his lap. I remember one night I had a bad dream. I went down to my parent's bedroom to find some comfort and get back to sleep. My dad pulled me up into the bed and we slept tummy to tummy with my head on his chest. It was like sleeping on a soft, cozy hill. To this day I can remember the feeling of warmth and safety that came from being with my daddy.