I was deeply saddened to hear of Donal’s’ passing …he was a good friend and we enjoyed many good visits together.

It was coincidental that my dad was born in the same small town in Ireland - we had a big laugh over that…..O Callaghans Mills….

I spoke to Donal shortly before he died, a short visit, but I was unaware his death was imminent.

I would like the family to know, Donal was a kind and gentle man, but he sure had the build of a great hurler.

May he rest in peace….

Gerry Moroney, Saskatoon

It was my good fortune to work with Donal at E.D. Feehan for many years. As well as working with him, I also faced him many times on a racquetball court, where his competitiveness beat me. He was also very interested that my wife and I have a home in Ennis, MT. He wanted to know if it was connected in any way to Ennis, Ireland. The last time I spent with Donal was in Saskatoon, where he joined Eileen Laverty and me for coffee. I brought along a copy of William Butler Yeats poem 'The Fisherman'. He was delighted to explain the image of 'gray Connemara cloth' to us. Donal will always have a place in my heart.

I Remember Mr. Hurley… at E.D. Feehan High School….he was an excellent English teacher and showed great patience with a sometimes ruckus student class…I always thought Mr. Hurley carried himself as the proper Irish gentleman …he will be missed and was a great inspiration to those of us in the Feehan community….God Bless and Best Regards to his Family….

Sincerely

Dallas Claypool

One of my fondest memories was at a Feehan staff party at a racquet club. Don was my opponent for racquet ball. He was amazing. During the game and between getting MANY balls bounced off my ample carcass I could hear his dulcet tone saying “ oh Feschuk move your ass”followed by “feschuk your such a fet boy” I struggled between trying to keep up and laughing my a** off. Not to mention those so so expressive eyebrows that came together in the middle of his forehead like like two confused and happy caterpillars - which made every statement or comment hilariously grave.

Few times in one’s life do one get the chance to meet someone of Don’s character. I was lucky to have done so. As a young teacher in 1986 Don was generous with his experience and advice. I consider him to be one of the mentors I had. He was and will always be one of a kind.

Mr. Hurley, you were simply the best teacher one could ask for. I remember 9th grade English with you as my home room teacher at Feehan. You made learning Shakespeare memorable with that Irish brogue and warm humour . You really cared for us, a lot of ragamuffins in your charge and took on the challenge to help us become good humans. Heaven has another angel.

Condolences to Sean, Brian, Eamon and family. I am sure you will miss your dad. He is a great man.

Julie Chan

Mr.Hurley was my English teacher at E D Feehan he was a very nice and caring teacher sending condolences to his family

Oh Mr. Hurley. You were simply the best! I loved you from the first day I met you in Grade 9 English Class at E.D. Feehan. You were definitely one of the people that challenged and inspired me to be who I am today. You will ALWAYS have a special place in my heart. May you fly high with the Angels and enjoy every reward Heaven has to offer. Until we meet again.

Mr. Hurley was my English teacher at E.D. Feehan High School in Saskatoon. He was always kind, caring and had a great sense of humor. I remember him fondly. My sincere condolences and prayers go out to all of his family and friends.

Sincerely,

Ilsa Arnesen

I was so lucky to have Mr Hurley teach me highschool economics at ED Feehan high school. I struggled in the class and was heading to Scotland to visit my Gran and Grandad and Mr Hurley said to me “ bring me back some drambui and you will pass”. lol so I did hahaha so blessed to have you teach us Mr Hurley, deepest condolences to your family. Rest peacefully

We were sorry to hear the news of Donal's death, peace to him, suaimhneas síoraí dó.

Our late mother Maureen, nee McGrath, was a cousin of Donal's and was very fond of him. He stayed with her and our father, Joe when they were living in London.

After he moved to Canada Mammy was always delighted to receive letters from him and he and Gráinne and the boys visited our home in Dublin many years ago.

Our sympathies to Sean, Brian and Eamon.

Anne and Nóirín Mulvihill.