Celebration of Life

Eulogy of Greg Logan

Good afternoon.

I want to start by saying thank you to all of our family and friends. Thank you for all the condolences, prayers, phone calls, texts, emails, memories shared, flowers delivered to Mom, food dropped at the house, and every assistance and support provided to our family. To know our Dad touched these many lives give us feelings of peace and happiness, in this difficult time. I also want to say thank you to the St. Joesph church, who have accommodated us on short notice in these unprecedented times.

In the days since our Dad, Jim Logan, passed away, we have gathered, shared memories, stories and prayers. We have cried together, and we have laughed together. Through this all, I had the opportunity to reflect on his life. And as I asked family and friends to help paint the full portrait of our Dad, several themes began to emerge. Themes of kindness, generosity, humility, and family. Themes that weave together to reveal the fabric of a good life, measured not in time or material things, but in the love and opportunity created for those left behind. So although there are sadness and mourning, this is also a time to honour and celebrate his amazing life. A life that has ultimately been defined by family and the legacy that endures in them.

Jim was born James Lochhead Logan, in Wellington, New Zealand. He grew up about 50 kilometres north, in a town called Paraparaumu, on the Kapiti Coast. His parents, James Logan senior and Mother Phyllis, had earlier immigrated from Scotland to New Zealand to escape the war. Jim was the youngest of 5 children, and with an age gap to his older siblings, he was always considered the baby of the family. Now…we all know Jim had a passion for golf, but it is important to understand where this came from.

The Logan family lived in a house backing onto the ninth hole of Paraparaumu Beach Golf Club. This is a renowned and hallowed golf course, considered to be one of the top links-style courses in the Southern Hemisphere, and has played host to many professional tournaments. Golf was in the blood. Jim’s parents and siblings were competitive golfers, winning many tournaments and club championships. Jim’s youth was spent hopping the fence to play with his family and friends. Jim would also earn money working as a caddie for some of the wealthy members and a few famous professional golfers who passed through. Jim became an excellent golfer in his own right, competing with family and friends and winning junior tournaments. The game taught him many principles and values that would carry with him his entire life.

The young Jim Logan had other interests as well, such as rugby and cars. He purchased his first car at age 18, a Morris 8 Convertible. According to his childhood friends, his Mother loved this car, and when he took her for a drive around town, she would smile from ear to ear. At the age of 19, Jim left New Zealand for Canada, following his brother Jock in search of new adventures and career opportunities.

Jim arrived in Toronto in 1969. He spent several years working at a bank before applying to a job at Canadian Pacific Airlines. This involved re-locating West, and he moved to Vancouver in 1974. Jim would share a house in Richmond with several of his new colleagues at CP Air, which they dubbed the Aztec hotel. His work colleagues would become his best and life long friends, some of whom are here today. Jim would go on to work in the airline industry for 31 years. His job gave him the opportunity to travel the world. He always had exciting stories, exotic foods, and gifts for us when he came home from trips.

As children, we were incredibly fortunate to frequently travel on airplanes to new destinations. Dad loved Hawaii, and our family trips to the Islands would become a hallmark of our family memories.

Jim met Evelyn Siglos at the Four Seasons Hotel Vancouver, in 1978. Jim was shy and reserved, Evelyn was the complete opposite. She complimented him perfectly, coaxing the fun and humorous side of his personality, and it was true love. After Mom finished nursing school, they married on September 26, 1981. They had six children, which, I believe, is a sign of a happy and devoted marriage. Many people who would meet and get to know Dad would say, “I never would have expected you to have six kids,” to which Dad would reply, “I’m not sure how it happened… “ Being a relatively new father myself, I often ask myself, how he did he do it?…

Well…I think we all know the answer to that question. Our Dad’s best fortune in life was meeting our Mom. She was his bedrock, his guiding light, and she has shown incredible strength and grace in the time since he has passed. We love you, Mom.

I believe Dad’s greatest passion was being a Father.

As the oldest sibling, I can remember eagerly awaiting his phone calls from the hospital to proudly announce the newest sister or brother in our growing family. He was involved in school, sports, scouting, travel, camping, fishing, and any interest his children displayed. Everything he did was for his family. The time Dad invested watching and driving us to activities is infinite. He was funny, a great storyteller, and a good listener. Being a grandfather was a feather in his cap. He adored his grandchildren, spending lots of time with them, and always asking Mom for the daily pictures or videos we had to share.

My time and words here cannot do full justice to our Dad’s life. We take comfort, knowing his story continues in his children and grandchildren. Children and grandchildren who carry on his name and traditions.

If anyone here has stories of our Dad they wish to share, please approach any of us after mass, we would be grateful to hear them.

We love you, Dad. We know you are in heaven now. Please watch over us, until the time that we will see you again.

Thank you.

Note:
This is the first time the church opens its door to the public as part of re-opening due to COVID. We are blessed and fortunate to celebrate my brothers-in-law, Jim Logan, Mass of Christian Burial.

We were allowed to have maximum 50 people including the body of Jim in the church. Having a big family, we cannot accommodate them all.

Needless to say, we gathered mostly in prayers by using Zoom. The funeral was lived streamed via Facebook. All something new.

Thank you for the new technology, over 500 viewed the video from all parts of the world that joined us celebrating the life of Jim Logan.

 

Dad

Jim Logan

Rest in Peace

A break in the clouds
Beams of light, splintered, ethereal
Streaming, intently, boundless, welcomed through a window, resting
A comfortable bed
Radiant skin, a relaxed brow
White hair, flowing from seasoned winds, invisible

Strength
Serenity
Gathering

Peace

It’s peace
It’s the peace that comes from a full life
It’s the peace that comes from growing up in a place
A place that is pure, untouchable, in memory
It’s the peace that comes from a long and happy youth, defined by a game
A game of character, honour, tradition
A tradition that is observed, taught and passed
It’s a peace that comes from knowledge of places and things, of travel and culture, of here and there, of curiosity, experience and adventure
It’s a peace that comes from brothers and sisters
It’s a peace that comes from friendships that endure
It’s a peace that comes that comes from true love, of partnership, of a life together
It’s a peace that comes from children
It’s a peace that comes from grandchildren
It’s a peace that comes from teaching, patience, and virtue
It’s the peace of intangible wealth
It’s the peace of family, of legacy, of chapters still to be written
It’s the peace of knowing…we will be together once again, and forever

Love you Dad

by Gregory Logan (2020-05-23)

She touched me.

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The Death Project

Smelling the roses! These ones have a divine, spicy tea scent (photo: Roy Cross).

Susan Jeanne Briscoe
November 13, 1966 – August 31, 2018

Susan was a teacher and researcher at Dawson College in Montreal when she fell ill. After her terminal diagnosis, Susan created The Death Project, a blog in which she beautifully and honestly wrote about living and dying. The blog has touched tens of thousands of readers from all over the world.

 

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The Power of Gratitude

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Autumn of Life

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Remembering Robin Williams

Robin Williams

Here’s a list of the most profound and beautiful quotes from the late actor who so tragically left this earth far too young. You will be missed Robin Williams.

There’s nothing wrong with being alone

I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone, it’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people that make you feel alone.


Learn to forgive yourself, not just others

Good people end up in Hell because they can’t forgive themselves.


It’s OK to be crazy

You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it.


Pick your battles wisely

Never fight with an ugly person, they’ve got nothing to lose.


Never stop reaching for greatness

No matter what people tell you, words and ideas can change the world.


 Surround yourself with the right people

When you have a great audience, you can just keep going and finding new things.


All marriage, gay or straight, is the same

You could talk about same-sex marriage, but people who have been married say ‘It’s the same sex all the time.


You can’t appreciate the good until you’ve felt the bad

You will have bad times, but they will always wake you up to the stuff you weren’t paying attention to.


Women deserve to rule the world

A nuclear bomb is a man’s way of saying, ‘I’m gonna f**k up the earth.’ A woman would never make a nuclear bomb. They would never make a weapon that kills. They’d make a weapon that makes you feel bad for a while… That’s why there should be a woman president, there would never be any wars. You know this, it’s the truth. There would never be a war; just every twenty-eight days: some severe negotiations.


When you think about death and the after-life

Death is nature’s way of saying, ‘your table is ready.’


Music, like food, is necessary for survival

You know what music is? God’s little reminder that there’s something else besides us in this universe; harmonic connection between all living beings, every where, even the stars.


There’s no such thing as a perfect person

She is not perfect. You are not perfect. The question is whether or not you are perfect for each other.


Selfies are pretty narcissistic

Nobody takes a picture of something they want to forget.


Everyone has a purpose, every action has a meaning

I believe in destiny. There must be a reason that I am as I am. There must be.

 

Quotes Credit: Elite Daily
Photo Credit: Reconciling Mnistries Network

“I’m Not Dead , Only Waiting to Sing”

"Ye Shall Know Me by My Fruits"

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Help me with my un-perceived progress

I stand still, everything around me sweeping

Like a Kansas tornado.

So many

voices within, held down and pressed,

It scares me to hear such a composing

Of songs I alone know

 

I pan for gold but all I’m left with is dirt,

Years are one Day to eternity’s mathematics

And yet, You see gold today.

I must be blind by mortality’s mud and hurt

Or reality’s crush and deafening static,

All that must with time decay.

 

What is hidden can always be found

If the search is sincere and I keep my heart,

If the mists are under my feet

The treasure is on sacred, holy ground

Along the stream of light that favors a lark

At sun’s turned up face in peace.

 

It’s all so momentary!  A second estate.

This reflection…

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SQUEEZE TIGHT!

I came to visit Debbie’s site today for a long silence and I am sorry to read that she is an Angel now. Our moments were brief yet she touched me. With love, Perpetua.

"Ye Shall Know Me by My Fruits"

So, friends, have you done it?  You’ve had seven days to do it.  Most of you probably have—written out your New Years goals, right?

This was a yearly “must” for my sisters and I, for years!  We were meticulous and, there were short a936494_369282396532037_68894665_nnd long-term goals; categories and by what date we should have accomplished them.  I’d always finish before the 31st of December, no buts or if’s about it!  Perfectionism flowed through my blood!  It pumped me up everyday better than CPR!  Life has inevitably slowed me down; disease and age have had their sway, too.  However, unless WISDOM wasn’t part of this mixture of daily living, I’d probably be making detailed lists up to this day.  Don’t take me wrong, I’m all for goals, stretching oneself to greater heights, chasing new dreams and, reaching brighter horizons.

Life has not only paced my race but has taught me…

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A Humble Servant Leader

Hamba Kahle, Madiba

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Nelson Mandela (1918 – 2013)

“I am fundamentally an optimist. Whether that comes from nature or nurture, I cannot say. Part of being optimistic is keeping one’s head pointed toward the sun, one’s feet moving forward. There were many dark moments when my faith in humanity was sorely tested, but I would not and could not give myself up to despair. That way lays defeat and death.” — from“Long Walk to Freedom”

“I stand here before you not as a prophet but as a humble servant of you, the people. Your tireless and heroic sacrifices have made it possible for me to be here today. I therefore place the remaining years of my life in your hands.” — Addressing a crowd after his release from prison on Feb. 11, 1990.

“As I have said, the first thing is to be honest with yourself. You can never have an impact on society if you have not changed yourself… Great peacemakers are all people of integrity, of honesty, but humility.” — Nelson Mandela: The Early Life of Rolihlahla Mandiba

“I always knew that deep down in every human heart, there is mercy and generosity. No one is born hating another person because of the color of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.”

He left us a lasting legacy.

Link:  CTV News: Mandela’s own words
Photo:  Parabola Magazine

Comings and Goings of March 29, 2013

It started with an early phone call from Room 203; she wanted to visit and it’s only 9 a.m.  Still in her pajamas with coffee, cheese and crackers, as well as her cat Riley, I let her in. 
This is the first time Riley is visiting my place and he is very scarred.  Have you ever heard scared cat cry?  It’s  blood curling cry.  Maurice and Lucy were scared and went into hiding.  So did Riley.  By the time they left is was close to noon. 
Next, I went next door, Room 307 to ask her to make me real coffee.  I supplied her with a Starbucks coffee grind.  Life is good with real coffee.  I took some pictures of her potted plants. 
It is now 1 pm and time to visit Mother.  She’s resting just down the road.  I picked some narcissus, fern, sage, rosemary and yellow flowering branches from my garden to bring to Mother. 

The road where Mother is resting is downhill.  Going downhill sure beats uphill.  I’ll worry about that later. 
It’s a busy day mostly for Chinese family.  They sure know how to party with their dearly departed.  I laid a few flowers for this young man, this is the first time I’ve heard of bullying, year 2000,  the same year Mother died.  Mother’s site sure looks pretty with the bouquet I placed on her gravesite. 
Then I visited the pond with a lonesome drake, a couple of turtles and plenty of fishes. 
See that building on top, I live across that.  See that 45 degree road, that’s the hill to get back home which is not a problem if only I am 13 years younger. 
I came across with a worm.  Then, I took refuge underneath a tree and scared the living daylight out of me, an evil thing lurking above.  Sakura is in full bloom and then life is a bowl of ???.   But look, I found a $10 gift certificate, my lucky day.
Finally, I’m home.  That’s the yellow flowering bush.  The baby artichokes are waiting for me to cook.  By the look of the size of the artichoke, even though I bought two dozens, I will still be hungry.  Thank goodness, Room 307 came over for tea with Polish salad. 

The salad was my dinner.  As for the artichokes, it ended up in the garbage.  
Life is grand.