Dale Chambers

It is with great sadness that we announce the passing of Dale Berkeley Chambers at the Foothills Medical Centre, at the age of 77 years. He left this world with his family by his side.

He was born on August 14, 1948 into a large family with many brothers and sisters. Dale was predeceased by his brother, Lorne, and his sister, Lillian. Left to mourn his passing are brothers Glenn (Sharon), Bruce, Winston, Ross (Diane), and Sherman (Julia) Chambers. He will be fondly remembered by his sisters Myrtle Lalonde, Allison (Roger) Pagnotta, and Cheryl (Gary) Swanson.

Married to the love of his life in 1970, Dale was blessed with two daughters. He will be remembered for the way that he loved unconditionally his wife of 55 years, Colleen, and his daughters, Jamie and Karla.

Grandpa will be greatly missed by his grandchildren: Caleb, Corissa, and Cass Crowther.

Though he never made a "hole in one", he was an avid golfer who enjoyed nothing more than a good round of golf with good friends.

He also enjoyed helping out friends and neighbors with anything and everything that needed to be done around the neighborhood.

Volunteering was another passion that Dale had: he will be remembered for his many hours that he volunteered with the Calgary Round-Up Band, Stetsons, and the Calgary Stampede Showband.

A big thank you must be said to the medical personnel at the Foothills Medical Centre Cardiovascular Intensive Care Unit for the over and above care that they gave Dale in his final days; especially Dr. Trpkov, Dr. Cheung, Dr. Campbell-Molyneux, and the many nurses and residents who never left his side.

Let Me Go

When I come to the end of the road

And the sun has set for me

I want no rites in a gloom filled room

Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little, but not for long

And not with your head low

Remember the love that once we shared

Miss me, but let me go.

For this is a journey we all must take

And each must go alone.

It's all part of the master plan

A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick at heart

Go to the friends we know.

Laugh at all the things we used to do

Miss me, but let me go.

By Christina Rossetti