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Obituaries

Roy A Gerrard

February 03, 1929 - August 20, 2016

Roy A. Gerrard passed quietly at home on August 20, 2016. Roy was born in Vancouver, BC Canada on February 3, 1929. As a young man he worked an apprenticeship in bookbinding. This would be his lifelong career and field of expertise. In 1962 Roy moved his family from Horseshoe Bay, West Vancouver to Edmonds, WA to continue work as a bookbinder. While living in Horseshoe Bay he served his small community as a volunteer fireman. This he did for over 10 years. Roy also devoted as many years to scouting, starting with cub scouts and finishing that service with years of leading scouts as Scout Master. He took much pride in his commitment to community and family. Roy’s life upon moving to Edmonds revolved around work and family. He and wife, Bernice, started Gerrards’ Bindery in 1971 and worked it along with family for 40 plus years. Roy also saw all four of his children serve in the military. Of this he was extremely proud.

Roy was preceded in death by sons, Ron Gerrard (2007), Gary Gerrard (2010) and son-in-law Monte Shimp (2008). Roy is survived by his wife of 68 years Bernice Gerrard, daughters Susan Du Pont (husband William) and Jennifer Gerrard(Rafe), daughter-in-law Terry Gerrard, granddaughter Christine Du Pont, grandsons Matthew Du Pont (wife Rachel), Steven Gerrard (wife Amberly), Shawn, Patrick(Misty), and Kyle Glass (fiancee Kendra), along with his precious great grandchildren: Elisabeth, Tessa, Andrew and Emma Du Pont, Avery Gerrard and baby Jamison Glass. Roy was a good and kind man who loved his family dearly. He will be deeply missed, but is now at peace with his sons.

FUNERAL INFORMATION

A celebration of Roy’s life will be held Saturday, September 10th at 1:00 p.m. at Fairway Estates Club House, 1427- 100th St SW Everett 98204.


Memorial

All is Well

 

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I, 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 you always used to.
Put no difference in your tone,
wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.

Let my name be ever the household word it always was,
let it be spoken without effort,
without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval,
somewhere very near, just round the corner.
All is well.

Henry Scott Holland

Miss Me, But Let Me Go

 

When I come to the end of the road
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 that we once shared.
Miss me-but let me go.

For this is a journey we all must take,
And each must go alone.
It is all a part of the Master's plan,
A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick of heart,
Go to the friends we know,
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.
Miss me-but let me go.

Author Unknown

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