When I was 18 years old, I went with a friend to uncle Doug and aunt Qula. It was an exciting holiday in, for us, the far country of Canada and I have a lot of very nice memories of my stay in Calgary and surroundings. Ten years ago, I did this trip again with my family: my husband Jan Willem and my daughters Merel and Saskia. We stayed a week in Okotoks with Doug and I was glad my children could experience something of the Canadian way of living. Although it was a littlebit heavy for Doug to have four members of a family at his home, he really enjoyed that we cooked for him . We went with him to the famous Calgary Chuckwagon races and there we almost lost him, because a very cold wind blew in the evening and he became hypothermic. With all the cloths we had, we tried to keep him warm and we succeeded in coming home with a living uncle Doug.

We will remember Doug as a gentle, friendly man, we are grateful that he was surrounded by people that took care of him.

Rust in vrede, Doug! (RIP, Doug)

Xandra de Bode, JanWillem Spruit, Merel and Saskia, Zeist, Holland