David Peter DECK

David Peter Deck passed away on Tuesday May 8, 2007 in the Chilliwack General Hospital at the age of 62 after a long struggle of deteriorating health.

He was born July 28, 1944 in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, ending up in Chilliwack after numerous moves throughout his life.

Dave was an avid pilot who loved to take friends and family flying in his airplane. He also enjoyed photography, carrying a variety of cameras wherever he went. He was a charter pilot at the Chilliwack Airport for his parents business (Kent Aviation).

Starting out part-time with Edgar’s Men’s Wear in Chilliwack, then starting his own business, Dave Deck’s Men’s Wear in Maple Ridge, Dave also worked with Mores Men’s Wear in Abbotsford, Haney Sewing and Sound in Maple Ridge, Grand Pappy’s Home Furniture, and Sears Canada in Chilliwack.

Dave is survived but his three sons, Thoro (Rob), Walter, Jared (Beth) and very dear friend Colleen Deck. Step-children, Matt and Bobbi Lynn. Three Sisters, Rita (John) Kerschbaum, Judy (Bert) Radke and Terri (Marcel) Wester. Five grandchildren, Olivia, Semoye, Ben, Jewel and Dillon. And many close friends.

He was predeceased by his loving wife Marj on April 1, 2005, his parents Peter and Monica (Susie) Deck and loving Uncle Mike Deck.

Special thanks to Dr. Son and all the nurses in ICU and Surgical Unit 4th floor for all their care and compassion, and to all the family and friends who came to visit him.

A celebration and dedication to his life will be held on Saturday May 26, 2007 at the Chilliwack Airport, 46206 Airport Road (Firkus Aircraft Servicing LTD) at 2:00 pm.

Flowers welcome. In leu of flowers, you may make a donation to a charity of your choice.

High Flight

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth

And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;

Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth

Of sun-split clouds – and done a hundred things

You have not dreamed of – wheeled and soared and swung

High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there

I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung

My eager craft through footless halls of air.

Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,

I’ve topped the windswept heights with easy grace

Where never lark, or even eagle flew –

And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod

The high untresspassed sanctity of space,

Put out my hand and touched the face of God.