It is with great sadness that I stand in front of you today to remember the life of Garry James Friesen. Garry was born on august 5, 1978 and passed away at the young age of 34, unexpectedly. Losing someone you love is never easy, but when their life is taken away at such a young age it is that much more difficult. I hope that these words will help alleviate some of the grief you are all feeling today.Garry is predecesed by his dad John Friesen. Garry leaves to mourn his parents Tina (George), brother Greg (Vera), sister Ginny (Roland) and myself (Delia); as well as his nieces Rebecca and Alyssa, nephews Daniel, Joshua and Dominick. Also mourning his loss are his stepsiblings Christine (Roger) with children, Randy with daughter and Michael. Garry was friendly, cheerful and very outgoing; he was very beloved amongst his family and friends. He cared for others so much; he was always ready to lend a helping hand. Everyone was his friend; he could start a conversation with anyone and they would be his friend, he would talk to anyone as if he had known them for a long time. Garry and his brother Greg, who is also his twin were as tight as it could get; as brothers as well as friends. They would stand up for each other in every situation; their bond was like no other. Garry loved working alongside his father on the ranch, going hunting with him when he was younger, as well as bbqing with the family or friends. He also loved camping with his friends and he loved to travel. On December 3rd, 1995, Garry was involved in a motorcycle accident which impacted and changed his whole life. It felt like we had lost our son and brother. Garry sustained a brain injury and was sick for a long time to come. About 2 ½ months after his accident he learned to walk, talk and eat again. Because physically the right side of his body was affected from his injury, he depended on his family and friends for almost everything like daily tasks for the first year after his accident; what most of us take for granted. His accident also impacted him in another way; he accepted the lord into his heart in 1996 and got baptized. Although Garry had many friends and acquaintances, he was often very saddened by how he was treated in society; all he asked for was to be accepted for who he was, as well as by his physical disability. He went to mom so many times for comfort, she would listen to him and they would sit and cry together and hug each other. Mom had many conversations over the years with Garry and would ask him if he would be ready to be called home, his answer was always the same “yes, mom…I am ready”. He would also come to us, his siblings, for comfort or if he needed help. Again, it is with great sadness that Garry had to leave at such a young age. But he is in a place where there will be no more sorrow, no heartache, no disabilities or pain; there will only be rejoicing and eternal life. Garry, you will be missed but never forgotten…we will always love you and remember you. Your memory will live on forever in our hearts. May you rest in peace forever.