It is with heavy hearts the family of Paul David Harrison announce his passing on Saturday, July 22, 2023, at the age of 68 years.
Paul is lovingly remembered by: his dearest Hon of 33 years, Judy (Jill) Harrison (nee Laws); daughters and sons-in-law: Gillian (Brad) Hamilton, Breanna (Ty) Johre; grandson, Steel Hamilton; brother, Martin Harrison; niece, Laura Ashley; sister-in-law, Susan Chisan and her son, Curtis and family; brother-in-laws, John Laws and Billy Laws and family; as well as extended family and many dear friends.
Parted before Paul were: his parents, Arthur and Joyce Harrison; sister and brother-in-law, Susan and Dennis Ashley; and his parents-in-law, Bill and Betty Laws.
Paul’s Celebration of Life will be held at Kitscoty Community Hall, Kitscoty, Alberta on Tuesday, August 1, 2023 at 2:00 PM.
Contributions in Paul’s memory may be made to Edmonton Mennonite Guest Home or donor’s organization of choice.
Paul's memorial card can be viewed or downloaded from the link below.
Thoughts from a special friend ~
You don’t often stop to think about what happens when they dig the grave diggers grave. There is a silence I imagine; I mean some machine will be there humming away but not the well-known Case backhoe that has helped so many families lay their loved ones to rest. I imagine those present will miss the slide down of the window, and no sooner than the stabilizer legs lift the English man up off the ground, would come a quick jest of some sorts. He was a man after all with a wide smile and even broader shoulders, which was needed as he took many jokes, and although I never did see him drive on the wrong side of the road, there always seemed to be a wrong side of the pond joke find him wherever he went. But no matter the joke, or the day he was having, he always was quick witted with a rebuttal that had you chuckling long after. A coffee and a smile, “paid by the hour or the mile” off he went in a backhoe, fuel tanker, tractor, or to utilize one of his many other talents. He was a lucky man when it came to family, and that was never lost on him. A proud husband, father, and grandfather, he took so much pride in his work and his yard, but nothing compared to the joy he exuded when talking about family.
Somewhere up in heaven there is a big moustache smile, pain free, and admiring his family and friends from a far. As sad as it is now, I know when we meet again, he will have a joke or a story that makes you forget about the grief felt in this moment.
Until we meet again, I will greatly miss that English accented friend.