Memorial

Hugh Symons, resident of Tumbler Ridge, passed away in Prince George on April 13, 2007. A memorial was held on April 28 in the Tumbler Ridge Seventh-day Adventist Church where he was a member for several years. Hugh?s brother Peter Symons, of Dawson Creek, gave the eulogy.

Hugh was born in North Battleford, Saskatchewan April 17, 1931 to Robert David Symons and Edith Maude McMillan Symons. He had three brothers: Frances, James, and Peter. Hugh spent a few years in Australia and in England on survey crews, and them moved to Fort St. John where he worked at Canadian Forest Products for 20 years before retiring in Tumbler Ridge. His ever-present smile and encouraging words marked this quiet man of faith. Right up to the end, Hugh loved to walk. His physician, Charles Helm, says of him:

?WNMS lost one of its finest stalwarts when Hugh Symons passed away around Easter time. Hugh loved the WNMS trails and surely had hiked every one of them, sometimes on our organized hikes but more likely on his own, often every day in the summer months. Once our Adopt-a-Trail system was operating, Hugh took over the Mt Reesor trail and looked after it for the past few years. Hugh would quietly maintain any trail he walked on, removing deadfall etc. and leaving it a better place for the next hiker, or would bring major problems to our notice so that they could be attended to. Gentle, gracious and always courteous, Hugh was an exemplary WNMS member, and will be greatly missed.?

Peter said of his older brother; ?Hugh always enjoyed the outdoors. He loved to walk. He would think nothing of hiking up a wagon trail for 20 miles. He would actually prefer to walk than ride a horse, even though he really liked horses and had a kind and quiet way with them. THe 1940?s book, ?My Brother Speaks to Horses,? always reminded me of him.?

When Hugh was asked his motto of life for the Tumbler Ridge SDA Church Directory he said, ?Be not overcome of evil but overcome evil with good.? Hugh always had a smile when he greeted members and visitors at the door of the church on Sabbath mornings. His smile and handshake will be sorely missed by his church family. He now rests from his pain, awaiting the call of the Life-Giver.

Peter Symons