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In Memory of Wolf Obieglo May 1/54 to March 16/11

 The World has forever changed because of the loss of a bright light. Wolf Obieglo passed away at 8:15 am March 16, 2011 in the arms of his loving wife at Royal Inland Hospital at age 56 after a lengthy and valiant three year fight with lung cancer. He was born in Caracas, Venezuela in May 1954. His parents Heinz and Ursula immigrated to Canada when he was one year old as  he was not able to tolerate the climate in that country. He will  be remembered forever for being a wonderful Husband, Father, Poet, Friend, Animal Lover, Convertible Companion, Car Lover, Horseman, and Humorist. He was married to the love of his life, Carolyn for 32 years. They met one summer evening in her 1964 Pontiac Parisienne convertible in Vancouver and have been sole mates ever since and forever. He will be sadly missed by his two sons, Christopher (wife Michelle) and Karl (wife Johanna), Mother Ursula, Sister Wendy, Mother-in-Law Alice and his constant companion Abby and Fatt Cat. He spent most of his working years in the forest industry through British Columbia and overseas eventually becoming a Big Rig Driver before his illness stopped his road trips. He always had a smile and a warm welcome to all. He was a very patient and passionate man, larger than life itself. There is will be no service by request but there will be a celebration of his life at his beloved Pritchard place in the future. His ashes will be spread over the hills of the Pritchard range where he loved to ride his palomino mare. Til we Ride again. Donations can be made to the fight against Cancer in his name. The poem below is one that he wrote to be published upon his death. Thank you to all that he encountered on his life path especially the staff at the Royal Inland Hospital 7 North.

Today I closed my eyes for the very last time,
And with a sigh cut my earthly ties,
To step forth into the unknown,
A journey we each must take alone.
Whilst I am alive I sit and write,
Pondering on all that is now past,
Of my journey along life’s path,
With all of life’s twist and turns.
Not all agree with the choices I made,
Some thinking less of me,
And other’s agreeing with me,
Not pleasing all, but my decisions to be made.
Success a measure different to each man,
My success is measured not by wealth or fame,
But measured by the love of family and friends,
And so I go in peace rich in love,
Wolf Obieglo March 16, 2011

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