Arthur Everett Day
23 September, 1963 – 23 April, 2021
Arthur Everett Day was born on September 23, 1963 and passed away on April 23, 2021 and is under the care of South Calgary Funeral Centre and Crematorium.
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Arthur Everett Day
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3 June 2021
I met Arthur a few years ago when I worked at one of the pharmacies in Pincher. He was grumpy and had a strange sense of humour, luckily so do I. We ribbed each other constantly, sometimes he was in a good mood and sometimes he wasn’t but that really made no difference to me - I had fun with him. A lot of people had a hard time with Arthur but I think he was just misunderstood, when he liked you he liked you and if he didn’t you knew. I found that after peeling back some layers he was a very sensitive and kind man. Years later when I left the pharmacy he called me occasionally just to see how I was doing, it was nice, thoughtful.
The last time we had talked was around Christmas and he had requested a coffee once we were allowed to visit again. I stopped in to see him this week only to have the neighbour tell me that he had past. I was not only sad but disappointed that I’d never hear his raspy little giggle when he referred to me as Rexall, that was always the greeting even though it was not where I worked.
I’m truly sorry that he’s gone, we shared a lot of laughs.
12 May 2021
I met Art in 2006. I was his dispatcher. Once he moved to Pincher, he called every 6 months to say, “I need help”. Every trip meant Tim’s coffee but not, “Want money for costs?” He needed help for his scooter wheel. This meant barking orders and handing me tools. We went to the shop for wheel repair. As we left, he was asked by the cashier, “Do you want a bag?” to which he said, “No thanks, I already have one.” He was always after a laugh. (Our relationship was platonic by the way.) Tit for tat. I got him items when he was in PC hospital I could not personally deliver. To the aide, I said, “These are for Grumpy”. She laughed – everyone knew him. We had in common, our initial work and living near to each other. We connected more in the last 2 years. He listened as I told him my life’s vignettes. I watched as he colored on his tablet. When I ran out of vignettes, I told stories of my current books’ plot lines. He kept coloring. I never met Art’s sisters, Barb and Kathy. I regret that. Both his good friend Barry Bossert and his Dad have been in my home. Kevin, Josh and Nick, asked by Art to help move me into my condo (he staying with me at the time). He asked and they showed up. Once or twice, Art would call Kevin in my presence on speaker phone. Kevin would answer with patience, no matter the random question. Kevin, Josh and Nick were his ‘constants’. Last year I asked Art to go to an acreage as I cut the grass. Fearful to operate the lawn mower in case I rolled the thing, I wanted Art to stand by. Unbeknownst to me, Art had had a job cutting grass with a riding mower. He went up and down ditches, around out buildings, and the dugout. It took 6 hours. All the trips to Pincher on demand, all fuel, coffee and errands paid in full. Art was an odd person to befriend. He was hugely annoying. He accepted help unreservedly with no promise of what he might do in return. But wait it out … the return would be more than fair. I will miss him. A lot.