Kenneth Clifford Hollands
October 4, 1949 – May 5, 2013
Dad raised pigeons, won derbies, and built trains as a child. He loved his mother Irene immensely and his dad Don, his dear sister Diane (Dave) and brother Don (Edie). At a summer party in high school Dad fell in love with mom, Kathy. Soon after he sold his car and bought a ring. They married during an October blizzard on Dad's 20th birthday, 1969. For 47 and half years they loved, laughed, and danced. Together they had three children, Brian (Sherri), Benjamin (Emily) and Mandy (Jason). His children were the piece of his story of which he was most proud. We were raised in a happy and safe home and always, without doubt, knew we were loved through every day, every mistake, and every time of growth. Dad played with us on the beach at Hunt's Cove, he made many peanut butter and banana sandwiches, and listened with admiration to every squeak and strum of our band instruments. Dad loved and respected music, nature and solitude – at long last fulfilling the dream of designing and building one more home, this one on a beautiful and secluded piece of land this past year. Dad's grandchildren, Owen, Lucas and Justin were the little stars and planets that orbited his great big smiling sun. He carried them to peek out windows and discover the world, he built trains on the floor with them, and he understood and loved them like no other. Cancer took his body with haste but the humour and care of the St. Paul's Palliative Care Team, and Mom's ever presence allowed him one last look at the moon and one last touch of sun upon his face and gave him grace and us many little miracles of time and conversation. And for that we are ever thankful. Dad, your smile, that touches your eyes and makes them sparkle, runs through the laugh lines, lifts your cheeks and makes you chuckle; your trademark sense of humour – always just a tad too far – and your silly made up songs (to anything, anytime), and the loving memories of everything else that you were to each of us will fill the space in our hearts left by your absence. You taught us so much. Dad was a man of his word, an honest, kind, compassionate and honourable gentleman. We love you and will miss you.
The sun sets and the moon sets
But they are not gone.
A private celebration of Dad's life for close family and friends will take place.
Published in The Saskatoon StarPhoenix on May 7, 2013