Tag: Wally Day

  • Wally Day and the Angel Over Okanagan

    Wally Day and the Angel Over Okanagan

    Wally Day skiing

    My Dad died a week ago today, he went with love and some last words from my Mom. She said “Wally, if you lose your way on the other side, just say the name of Jesus and he’ll come and get you”. Well apparently he said those magic words, in the name of Yeshua he sent us a sign of his passage.

    My sister and I were astonished by what lit up the sky directly over the house of Wally Day. The Angel had a head and body with wings stretching over all of the city of Kelowna. Wally died peacefully, in the same hospital where he was born in 1931.

    Wally Day was a good man and led a blessed life, he loved his way through. Loved skiing, beaches, boating, sports and bar-b-ques but most of all he loved his friends and family. There’s so much more that I want to say but for now, I want people to marvel at the once in a millennium solar weather anomaly (above). The Northern Lights are extremely rare to be seen this far south.

    God is good!

    Photo Source: Friday night skies lit up bright as Northern Lights visible across the planet
    DAY, Wallace Arthur (Wally)

    January 9, 1931 – May 10, 2024

    Wally passed away peacefully, after a remarkable 93 years on this earth. He skied 81 of those years and was married to Mary Anne for almost 67 years. Wally is survived by Mary Anne, son, Aaron, daughters, Shannon, and Shelley, and grandchildren: Liam, Sam, Richard, and Lola. Wally and Mary Anne were true partners in life, sharing everything from building boats to being active and supportive in the lives of their children and grandchildren.

    Wally was born in Kelowna to Dr. Lloyd and Lola Day, members of a Pioneer family. Wally spent most of his life in the Okanagan. He had a long career with Okanagan Tel and BC Tel, retiring early enough to get lots of extra skiing and boating in.

    Wally and Mary Anne shared their passion for skiing, teaching at Mt. Baker and Apex Mountain prior to forming the ski school at Baldy in 1969. Wally also served on the board of the community association. Wally had fond memories of his time at Baldy, and his cabin. Those thoughts were never far from his mind.

    In his later years, Wally regularly skied Big White, golfed at Shannon Lake, and in recent times, continued to ride his e-bike.

    Wally was gentle, kind, and a true friend.

    No service by request.

    Condolences and memories can be shared with the family by visiting www.everdenrust.com.

    Link: www.everdenrust.com/obituaries/Wallace-Arthur-Day?obId=31507202

  • Do you feel lucky?

    Do you feel lucky?

    The question to ask ourselves; “Do you feel lucky?”

    As each day passes and it becomes more and more obvious that we are in “end times”, we tend to ask ourselves deeper questions. As we learn about more and more people who “Died Suddenly”, we tend to ask questions about our own demise. Is there a reason for being here now? If yes then; do you feel lucky?

    Consider that when you die all your memories are gone too. The very essence of what you think of as you, no longer exists. All the plans, dreams and ideas that made up your perception of yourself are no longer, yet here we are now at this exact moment, full of life and all our thoughts and memories. Still the questions beg answers; why me, why now?

    Of all the times in human history, nobody got lucky

    My Dad often boasts that he was born lucky because he was too young for WW2 and too old for Vietnam, plus that he lived in an economic boom-time that saw the Big-Band era of Jazz hi-fi and telephones, all the way through to Rock’n’Roll and wi-fi, without any major global conflict. However, he is now 92 and had to witness the CV19 Plandemic and now the potential collapse of the west as well as another world war.

    When we look back over history, we see that there’s always been one thing or another, to take away the luck of every third of fourth generation. Almost like the clockwork of nature, about every hundred years we experience a winter of discontent, while war ravages everything that had been built-up and created. Like Tartary, an entire history edited out.

    End Times in Wikipedia forwards to Eschatology

    Eschatology (/ˌɛskəˈtɒlədʒi/ (listen); from Ancient Greek ἔσχατος (éskhatos) ‘last’, and -logy) concerns expectations of the end of the present agehuman history, or of the world itself. The end of the world or end times is predicted by several world religions (both Abrahamic and non-Abrahamic), which teach that negative world events will reach a climax. Belief that the end of the world is imminent is known as apocalypticism, and over time has been held both by members of mainstream religions and by doomsday cults. In the context of mysticism, the term refers metaphorically to the end of ordinary reality and to reunion with the divine. Various religions treat eschatology as a future event prophesied in sacred texts or in folklore.

    Questions arise, when we consider that we are actually living in the end times. Was it just happenstance? Am I here to bear witness, or to participate. If I am here to participate, what should I be doing?

    If given enough time to think, almost everyone would come to the same conclusions. First, there’s not a good option to the fact that you are here now. Therefore, we might as well make the best of the situation we find ourselves in. Second, health and happiness are a priority to having a good experience while here on earth at this time. Third, that God is love and exists everywhere in the universe.

    You are very lucky! God loves you, this is just a reminder.

  • Wally Day

    Wally Day

    Norm, Wally and Donny
    Here’s my Dad, Wally (in the middle) with his best buds Norm and Don, enjoying his 82nd birthday at the Gasthouse in Peachland, British Columbia, Canada, near where they grew-up. This photo was taken January 9, 2013.

    Wally DayWallace Arthur Day
    Today (I wrote this in 2007) is my Dad’s birthday; born this day in 1931 he’ll be 76 years old. I imagine he’s celebrating the day by skiing at his local ski resort Big White. Have a look at some photos from the old days at Mt. Baldy where he was a founder and the Ski Pro, where occasionally during spring-skiing season, he would adorn the persona of a skiing gunslinger.

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