Leonard Mason
Leonard Mason
Leonard Mason
Leonard Mason
Leonard Mason
Leonard Mason

Obituary of Leonard Vivian Mason

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It is with great sadness we announce the passing of Leonard “Len” “Potlicker” Mason.  His wife and life partner Linda, his daughter Melanie and son-in-law Tim, lifelong friends Barry (Baawy) and Greta Garland were at his side to see him through to the end of his journey. We were so very sad but so very relieved for the end of his pain.

He loved the outdoors, loved his career which allowed him to travel the Kootenays and beyond as he spent 30 years in the logging and trucking industries. Every opportunity was taken to spend time enjoying the outdoors while traveling in his work.  He came home often with stories of the beautiful locations and animals he saw daily.

His down time was spent hunting, in years past, time with his horses, then quading, hiking, camping with his friends and family.  Of course we can’t forget his beloved kitties. Dufus, Wizzo and Miss Beez/kittenz

Len was predeceased by his parents Leonard Peach and Ruth Irene Mason and his younger sister Jeannie Charlotte Welby.

He leaves behind His loving wife and life partner Linda Mason, his daughter Melanie (Tim) Mason-Banga, son Vincent Mason, Granddaughters Jourdyne (Dallas) Mason, Emily Mason and her Mom Lisa Bailey and Stephanie.

Stepson Mark Foreman, Stepdaughter Krista (Michael Poole) Morris and Step grandchildren, Aden Samuel, Kale, Sam and Hillary Johnston and of course his little buddy Mister Cat.

Also, numerous nieces, nephews and in laws on both sides of the families. 

We want to thank everyone who wrote, called, texted, visited from afar. Brought food, company, gifts  and care. Know that you are all loved, appreciated and held in our hearts for the love you gave Len in those last few days. He knew it and appreciated it. It lit up his face until the end.

There will be a celebration of life and distribution of his ashes this summer at his favorite camping spot.  Please think of Len and make your Donations to the 2B Loved Rescue, SPCA, Canadian Cancer Society or Hospice as you choose. 

Death is nothing at all. It does not count.  I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened.  Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged.  Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.  Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.  Put no difference into your tone.  Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.  Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together.  Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.  Life means all that it ever meant.  It is the same as it ever was.  There is absolute and unbroken continuity.  What is this death but a negligible accident?  Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner.  All is well.

                                                                                                                                                                Henry Scott Allen

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