Malcolm John Parker

It is with deep sorrow and a sense of sadness that we announce the passing of Malcolm Parker, a beloved husband, father, and devoted friend to many.

Born in England, Malcolm came to Canada shortly after the end of WWII with his parents (John and Millicent) where they briefly settled in Edmonton before moving to North Vancouver where he grew up and stayed until his late twenties. It was during these formative years when Malcolm learned some of the values like hard work, dedication, and loyalty that he would come to be identified with. Starting work as a paperboy delivering The Province newspaper, he then later worked in his late teens and through university at an Esso service station. After graduating from The University of British Columbia with a bachelor’s degree in commerce, he embarked on a diverse and distinguished career with Imperial Oil that lasted over 30 years. After retiring from his corporate career Malcolm spent a few years providing consulting services to various businesses and served on the St. Albert City Council for one term. He was also actively involved with the St. Albert Men’s Slo-Pitch Association (SAMSA) in various capacities for over 40 years, 13 of which he served as the president of the association. In an effort to always try and give back spent countless hours volunteering on various committees and organizations, and this enables him to have a lasting impact on his community that has positively influenced the lives of numerous people, many of whom never had the pleasure of meeting him or experiencing his kindness firsthand.

A gentleman until the end he will be deeply missed by all of those whose lives he touched including his family and numerous friends that he made throughout his lifetime. Malcolm is survived by his loving family which includes his wife of over 35 years Jan, his son Michael and daughter Heather.

The family would like to extend their deepest gratitude and sincerest thanks to the staff at the Royal Alexandra Hospital, especially the nurses in R-31, whose dedication, commitment and compassion helped to provide care and comfort for Malcolm in what were his last days.

Should you wish, you may make a donation to a charity of your choosing in Malcolm's honour.

A celebration of Malcolm's life will be held at Memories Funeral Home, 13403 St. Albert Trail, Edmonton, AB on Sunday, August 16, 2026 at 1pm with a visitation prior starting at 12pm.

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Favourite Quotes:

“A life is not important except in the impact it has on other lives.” – Jackie Robinson

“Baseball is the only field of endeavor where a man can succeed three time out of ten and be considered a good performer.” – Ted Williams

“Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.” – Babe Ruth

“It ain’t over ‘til it’s over.” – Yogi Berra

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Tribute Poem:

"Epitaph on My Own Friend" by Robert Burns

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 heads with knowledge so inform’d:

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

If there is none, he made the best of this.

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Service Song: Processional

Walk Right In

Walk right in, sit right down

Daddy, let your mind roll on

Walk right in, sit right down

Daddy, let your mind roll on

Everybody's talkin' 'bout a new way of walkin'

Do you want to lose your mind?

Walk right in, sit right down

Daddy, let your mind roll on

Walk right in, sit right down

Baby, let your hair hang down

Walk right in, sit right down

Baby, let your hair hang down

Everybody's talkin' 'bout a new way of walkin'

Do you want to lose your mind?

Walk right in, sit right down

Baby, let your hair hang down

Walk right in, sit right down

Daddy, let your mind roll on

Walk right in, sit right down

Daddy, let your mind roll on

Everybody's talkin' 'bout a new way of walkin'

Do you want to lose your mind?

Walk right in, sit right down

Daddy, let your mind roll on

Daddy, let your mind roll on

Original lyrics composed by Gus Cannon & Hosea Woods

Performed by The Rooftop Singers

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Service Song: Memorial Slideshow

Don’t Let the Rain Come Down (Crooked Little Man)

(Ah, ah)

Oh, no, don't let the rain come down

(Ah, ah)

Oh, no, don't let the rain come down

(Ah, ah)

Oh, no, don't let the rain come down

My roof's got a hole in it and I might drown

Oh yes, my roof's got a hole in it and I might drown

There was a crooked man and he had a crooked smile

Had a crooked sixpence and he walked a crooked mile

Had a crooked cat and he had a crooked mouse

They all lived together in a crooked little house

(Ah, ah)

Oh, no, don't let the rain come down

(Ah, ah)

Oh, no, don't let the rain come down

(Ah, ah)

Oh, no, don't let the rain come down

My roof's got a hole in it and I might drown

Oh yes, my roof's got a hole in it and I might drown

Well, this crooked little man and his crooked little smile

Took his crooked sixpence and he walked a crooked mile

Bought some crooked nails and a crooked little bat

Tried to fix his roof with a rat-tat-tat-tat-tat

(Ah, ah)

Oh, no, don't let the rain come down

(Ah, ah)

Oh, no, don't let the rain come down

(Ah, ah)

Oh, no, don't let the rain come down

My roof's got a hole in it and I might drown

Oh yes, my roof's got a hole in it and I might drown

Now this crooked little man and his crooked cat and mouse

They all live together in a crooked little house

Has a crooked door with a crooked little latch

Has a crooked roof with a crooked little patch

(Ah, ah)

Oh, no, don't let the rain come down

(Ah, ah)

Oh, no, don't let the rain come down

(Ah, ah)

Oh, no, don't let the rain come down

My roof's got a hole in it and I might drown

Oh yes, my roof's got a hole in it and I might drown

(Ah, ah)

Oh, no, don't let the rain come down

(Ah, ah)

Oh, no, don't let the rain come down

(Ah, ah)

Oh, no, don't let the rain come down

My roof's got a hole in it, my roof's got a hole in it

My roof's got a hole in it and I might drown

Original lyrics composed by Ed E. Miller & Ersel Hickey

Performed by The Serendipity Singers

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Service Song: Memorial Slideshow

Blowin’ In The Wind

How many roads must a man walk down

Before you'll call him a man

Yes and how many seas must a white dove sail

Before she sleeps in the sand

Yes and how many times must the cannonballs fly

Before they're forever banned

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind

The answer is blowin in the wind

How many times must a man look up

Before he can see the sky

Yes and how many ears must one man have

Before he can hear people cry

Yes and how many deaths will it take till he knows

That too many people have died

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind

The answer is blowin' in the wind

How many years can a mountain exist

Before it's washed to the sea

Yes and how many years can some people exist

Before they're allowed to be free

Yes and how many times can a man turn his head

Pretending he just doesn't see

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind

The answer is blowin' in the wind

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind

The answer is blowin' in the wind

Original lyrics composed by Bob Dylan

Performed by The Chad Mitchell Trio

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Service Song: Memorial Slideshow

Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is A Season)

To everything, turn, turn, turn.

There is a season, turn, turn, turn.

And a time to every purpose under heaven.

A time to be born, a time to die.

A time to plant, a time to reap.

A time to kill, a time to heal.

A time to laugh, a time to weep.

To everything, turn, turn, turn.

There is a season, turn, turn, turn.

And a time to every purpose under heaven.

A time to build up, a time to break down.

A time to dance, a time to mourn.

A time to cast away stones.

A time to gather stones together.

To everything, turn, turn, turn.

There is a season, turn, turn, turn.

And a time to every purpose under heaven.

A time of love, a time of hate.

A time of war, a time of peace.

A time you may embrace.

A time to refrain from embracing.

To everything, turn, turn, turn.

There is a season, turn, turn, turn.

And a time to every purpose under heaven.

A time to gain, a time to lose.

A time to rend, a time to sow.

A time for love, a time for hate.

A time for peace, I swear it's not too late.

Original lyrics composed by Pete Seeger

Performed by The Byrds

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Service Song: Recessional

Jamaica Farewell

Down the way where the nights are gay

And the sun shines daily on the mountain top

I took a trip on a sailing ship

And when I reached Jamaica I made a stop

But I'm sad to say, I'm on my way

Won't be back for many a day

My heart is down, my head is turning around

I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town

Sounds of laughter everywhere

And the dancing girls swaying to and fro

I must declare that my heart is there

Though I've been from Maine to Mexico

But I'm sad to say, I'm on my way

Won't be back for many a day

My heart is down, my head is turning around

I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town

Down at the market you can hear

Ladies cry out while on their head they bear

Ackie rice and salt fish is nice

And the rum is good any time of year

But I'm sad to say, I'm on my way

Won't be back for many a day

My heart is down, my head is turning around

I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town

But I'm sad to say, I'm on my way

Won't be back for many a day

My heart is down, my head is turning around

I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town

Original lyrics composed by Irving Burgie (aka Lord Burgess)

Performed by Harry Belafonte

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Additional Song Selection:

Simple Song of Freedom

Come and sing a simple song of freedom.

Sing it like you’ve never sung before.

Let it fill the air. Tell the people everywhere

That we, the people here, don’t want a war.

Hey there, mister black man, can you hear me?

I don’t want your diamonds or your game.

I just want to be someone known to you as me.

And I will bet my life you want the same.

So come and sing a simple song of freedom.

Sing it like you’ve never sung before.

Let it fill the air. Tell the people everywhere

That we, the people here, don’t want a war.

Seven hundred million are you list’nin’?

Most of what you read is made of lies.

But speaking one to one, ain’t it everybody’s sun

To wake to in the morning when we rise?

So come and sing a simple song of freedom.

Sing it like you’ve never sung before.

Let it fill the air. Tell the people everywhere

That we, the people here, don’t want a war.

Brother Solzhenitsyn are you busy?

If not, won’t you drop this friend a line?

Tell me if the man who is plowin’ up your land

Has got the war machine upon his mind.

Come and sing a simple song of freedom.

Sing it like you’ve never sung before.

Let it fill the air. Tell the people everywhere

That we, the people here, don’t want a war.

Now no doubt some folks enjoy doin’ battle

Like presidents, prime ministers, and kings.

So let’s all build them shelves, where they can fight among themselves. Leave the people free who like to sing.

Come and sing a simple song of freedom.

Sing it like you’ve never sung before.

Let it fill the air. Tell the people everywhere

That we, the people here, don’t want a war.

Let it fill the air. Tell the people everywhere.

That we, the people here, don’t want a war.

Original lyrics composed by Bobby Darin

Performed by Bobby Darin