Robert Hector Fraser

It is great sadness that Robert Fraser passed away at home after a lengthy battle with cancer. Bob was surrounded by his loving wife of 41 years and family were by his side. Robert was able to spend Father’s Day with his son Bob and Bob’s three adult children Robert, Logan and Marlee and partners. A very special day for both Robert and Bea. Robert will be greatly missed by Bea’s Children, Brenda, Janet, Shannon, Bill and grandchildren

Trevor, Shayla, Kristi, Kari, Owen, Jennifer(Wife), Andrea, and great grandchildren Solan, Logan, Chloe, Marek, Ania, Jace and Jesi and his many good friends.

Bob was born in Dunphil, Morayshire, Scotland. After immigrating to Canada, he settled in Quick, BC. Bob then worked the first winter hauling CNR Railway ties to the Quick station with a team of horses and sleigh. His adventures took him to work in Provost, AB working on a farm. He returned to BC to work construction before enlisting in Vancouver in January 1957. Robert was sent to Camp Borden, to the Royal

Canadian Army Service Corps school for basic training and Driver training.

In 1958, Bob volunteered to serve in UNEF in the middle East.

He was stationed at Camp Rafah Egypt for one year with 56 Canadian Transport Company. Bob was posted back to 11 company RCASC at Jericho Beach in Vancouver from Egypt. Bob

Was awarded the United Nations Medal, the Canadian Peacekeepers Medal and the Queen Elizabeth Diamond Jubilee Medal. Bob lived in Surrey, BC where he worked for Atlas Construction for over 30 yrs. operating Heavy Equipment, once retired Bob volunteered for the Vancouver cancer Society. Bob drove patients to and from their appointments while listening to all kinds of music for 7 yrs. until moving to Port Coquitlam.

While living in Port Coquitlam Bob worked on the Albion ferry for 4yrs. Bob also worked for Avis Rent a car at the Vancouver Airport for 22yrs were he met a many great gentlemen, that became close friends. Meeting up most Tuesday for coffee at various Tim Horton.

Bob and Bea took great Pleasure in their place in Birch Bay and traveling to Baja, Mexico, Newfoundland starting each trip with Willie Nelson sing “On the road again.

Bob enjoyed a ray of different hobbies, Photography, Bird watching, being outdoors cycling, hiking, poetry (Robby Burns)

And reading. Bob enjoyed meeting people from all walks of life,

Noticing things that some people take for granted or didn’t make the time see or notice. Bob was a true gentleman in many was and a dear friend to many.

Bob leaves a brother in Wales (Gordon) and sister Christine in Forres, Morayshire, Scotland.

The Fraser Family would like to extend our many thanks to Fraser Health’s wonderful staff.

In lieu of flowers, please donate to BC Cancer Society.

You will be in our hearts forever, love your Family.

An Honest man here lies at rest

As e’er God with his image blest.

The friend of man, the friend of truth;

The friend of Age, and guide of Youth;

Few hearts like his with virtue warm’d,

Few hands with knowledge so inform’d

If there’s another world, he lives in bliss;

If there is none, he made the best of this

A Red, Red Rose

O my luve is like a red, red rose

That’s newly sprung in June;

O my luve is like a melody

That’s sweetly played in tune.

So far art thou, my bonnie lass,

So deep in luve am I;

And I will luve thee still, my dear,

Till a’ the seas gong dry.

Till a’ the sea gang dry, my luve,

And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;

I will luve thee will still, my dear,

While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve!

And fare thee weel awhile!

And I will come again, my luve,

Though it were ten thousand mile.

To a Mouse, on Turning Her Up in Her Nest With the Plough

Wee, sleekit, cow’rin, tim’rous beastie,

O what a panic’s in thy beastie!

Thou need na start awa sae hasty,

Wi’ bickering brattle!

I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee

Wi’ murd’ring pattle !

I’m truly sorry man’s dominion

Has broken Nature’s social union’

An’ justifies that ill opinion

Which makes thee startle

At me, thy poor earth-bone companion,

An’ fellow-mortal !

I doubt na, whiles, but thou may thieve;

What then? Poor beastie, thou maun lives!

A daimen-icker in a thrave

‘S a sma’ request:

I’ll get a blessin’ wi’ the lave,

And never miss ‘t !

Thy wee bit housie, too, in ruin!

Its silly wa’s the win’s are strewin’!

An’ naething, now, to big a new ane,

O’ foggage green!

An’ bleak December’s winds ensuin’,

Baith snell an’ keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare and waste,

An, weary winter comin’ fast,

An’ cozie here, beneath the blast,

Thou thought to dwell,

Till crash! The cruel coulter past

Out-thro’ thy cell.

That wee bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble

Has cost thee mony a weary nibble!

Now thou ‘ turn ‘d out, for a’ thy trouble,

But house or hald,

To thole the winter’s sleety dribble

An’ cranreuch cauld!

But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane,

In proving foresight may ne vain:

The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men

Gang aft a-gley,

An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain

For promis’d joy.

Still thou art blest compar’d wi’ me!

The present only toucheth three:

But oh! I backward cast my e’e

On prospects drear!

An’ forward tho’ I canna see,

I guess an’ fear!