My beloved father passed away in the spring of 2003, just short of his 77th birthday. This page is his little corner of immortality.
He was a quiet man with a big heart who worked extremely hard all his life to make life for my mom and myself as good as possible. Although I didn't see him very often during the past 30 years (I live in Vancouver, my parents in Switzerland), he will always be remembered with love and respect. He loved to travel - may his last big journey be a joyful one.
"When we come to the edge of all the light we have,
And take that step into the darkness of the unknown
We must believe that one of two things will happen.
There will be something solid for us to stand on,
or we will be taught how to fly."
- Patrick Overton