It is with great sorrow that I announce the passing of my dear father and friend DUANE TALBOT. I wrote this not as an expression of grief but as a celebration of my dad’s life. He would have wanted it that way. One thing dad taught me was that in the Talbot family, and at the Talbot home, anyone was welcome. Rich people, poor people, people with difficulties etc. No matter what you had done in your life you would be welcome in our home. He would find that openness again, many years later when he had a spiritual awakening.
Dad also taught me to pursue my dreams instead of a job that paid very well but that I didn’t like. He taught us to do what we want to do, not what we think we must do. He also taught us to never give up, and that if we worked hard enough, we could do anything.
Duane is survived by his loving family; His wife Bev Talbot, His son Craig Talbot, His daughter Angela Talbot, his granddaughter Emily Talbot and his grandson Jackson Talbot. Duane was born on December 3 1944 in Calgary Alberta and had six brothers and sisters: Norman Talbot, Keith Talbot, Royal Smith, Don Talbot, Lorne Talbot and Evan Talbot. His parents were Esther Talbot and Roy Talbot.
Duane was a great artist and writer. He also had 7 books published. He was on a “quest” as he called it. Once he had a spiritual awakening, he began his search for wholeness. He found it amongst friends, fellowship, and nature, even at 77 years old he walked a mile every day. I always admired that. He loved nature and being outside (he would sit in the sun for hours in the spring and summer) and talking to the people he ran into on his walks.
During the time leading up to dad’s passing a vine we have at the house started flowering. Two beautiful red flowers. We call that the dad flower. I believe that that was God and dad’s way of telling us it would be ok, and that dad loved us.
In the words of the members of his fellowship he is now at the big meeting in the sky. Another thing he learned from the fellowship was “we were rocketed to a fourth dimension, the likes we have never known.” Dad had a passion for woodworking and art. He made many beautiful things but his favourite thing to make was his god boxes. With the god box, you write down your worries and put them in the box. Then the box takes away the worries. He also made a dollhouse that won a prize at the New Mexico state fair in the 80s. He also liked fishing. I have a fond memory where I caught a tiny fish, but I wanted dad to cook it right there. So, he made a fire and cooked it and we ate a half-cooked fish on the river bank. Dad loved the music of Leonard Cohen his lyrics say a lot about how dad lived. He always wanted to help people and he wanted to show people the bright side of life. “There is a crack, a crack, in everything. That’s how the light gets in” -Leonard Cohen.
At the close of a meeting as with the close of life, we would say this prayer: God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.
Dad also taught me to pursue my dreams instead of a job that paid very well but that I didn’t like. He taught us to do what we want to do, not what we think we must do. He also taught us to never give up, and that if we worked hard enough, we could do anything.
Duane is survived by his loving family; His wife Bev Talbot, His son Craig Talbot, His daughter Angela Talbot, his granddaughter Emily Talbot and his grandson Jackson Talbot. Duane was born on December 3 1944 in Calgary Alberta and had six brothers and sisters: Norman Talbot, Keith Talbot, Royal Smith, Don Talbot, Lorne Talbot and Evan Talbot. His parents were Esther Talbot and Roy Talbot.
Duane was a great artist and writer. He also had 7 books published. He was on a “quest” as he called it. Once he had a spiritual awakening, he began his search for wholeness. He found it amongst friends, fellowship, and nature, even at 77 years old he walked a mile every day. I always admired that. He loved nature and being outside (he would sit in the sun for hours in the spring and summer) and talking to the people he ran into on his walks.
During the time leading up to dad’s passing a vine we have at the house started flowering. Two beautiful red flowers. We call that the dad flower. I believe that that was God and dad’s way of telling us it would be ok, and that dad loved us.
In the words of the members of his fellowship he is now at the big meeting in the sky. Another thing he learned from the fellowship was “we were rocketed to a fourth dimension, the likes we have never known.” Dad had a passion for woodworking and art. He made many beautiful things but his favourite thing to make was his god boxes. With the god box, you write down your worries and put them in the box. Then the box takes away the worries. He also made a dollhouse that won a prize at the New Mexico state fair in the 80s. He also liked fishing. I have a fond memory where I caught a tiny fish, but I wanted dad to cook it right there. So, he made a fire and cooked it and we ate a half-cooked fish on the river bank. Dad loved the music of Leonard Cohen his lyrics say a lot about how dad lived. He always wanted to help people and he wanted to show people the bright side of life. “There is a crack, a crack, in everything. That’s how the light gets in” -Leonard Cohen.
At the close of a meeting as with the close of life, we would say this prayer: God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.