Blair Allen Cinnamon

He is remembered by his loving wife Marni Bock, his mother Doreen Cinnamon, and his sister Terry Dyck as well as her family.

I think of him in his coveralls and paint splattered work boots.

I see him in jeans and polished cowboy boots heading out for a meeting in the city or visiting his parents.

I think of us watching the sunset over his precious farm.

I know that smile, so infectious and utterly charming.

He was a storyteller. His voice deep, warm and comforting.

He could fix most anything, but was always looking for a tool or a part having just set it down somewhere.

But work, he was meticulous in his work. That’s why he was the best.

I know his generosity and loyalty to his friends and family was deep and true.

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