Adrian John Reynoldson

Left behind to continue the tales — and try to separate fact from fiction — are his son Aaron (Delaraine), his daughter Adriane (Mike), and his two grandsons, Carson and Gavin. The boys will carry on his love of sport and will forever have to live with the suspicion that he may have exited just before either of them could legitimately beat him on the golf course. A strategic departure, perhaps.

To know him was to know a man who could spin a yarn long enough to make you forget what the original question was. A master bullsh— storyteller, Silver left his footprint deep in the fairways and greens of the Merritt Golf & Country Club, on the ice in the Merritt Curling Club and in other spaces that sport took place.

Beneath the stories, the sport, and the tough-guy persona was a hardworking man with a soft spot for his family. He made sure they were provided for, always carrying the quiet expectation that you take care of your own. Beyond his front door, he believed in community — in pitching in, speaking up, and wanting things to be better than they were yesterday.

He must have been a pretty remarkable man — or at least wise enough to know he needed strong company — as he shared forty years with his beloved wife, Margaret, and more recently found joy and companionship with Diane, a true gem who kept him steady, laughed at his stories (no matter how many times she’d heard them), and helped him live his very best life in the past few years.

He leaves behind many who will miss the shared stories and experiences, the bewilderment of playing partners who never quite understood how he could golf so darn well with that cross-handed grip, and the way he could turn an ordinary afternoon into the longest 19th hole on each course. He was competitive, charming, occasionally full of it — and entirely unforgettable.

He will be missed deeply and laughed about often.

A celebration of his life will be held when the flags are back in the greens, and the sun is shining on his back deck.

In lieu of flowers, consider playing a round of golf, telling a slightly embellished story, or raising a glass in his honour.