Vernon Funeral Home

3007 28th Street, Vernon, BC


Hubert Milton Beharrell

December 24, 1932May 29, 2020

May 29, 2020 Hubert Milton Beharrell passed away in Vernon, BC. Born Dec. 24, 1932 in Mission, BC he was predeceased by his wife Jessie in 2011 and grandson Jody in 2002. Much loved and missed by his four children, Steve Beharrell (Tuula) Heather Ryckman (Les), Brad Beharrell (Isaac), Darlene Beharrell (Rob), grandchildren Eddie, Rene, Jesse, Andrew, Tyler, Nathan, Nicholas, Cassandra, as well as 5 great grandchildren. Survived by his brother Ron Beharrell (Gayle) sisters Joan Smith and Margaret Paul. Dad was a well known fraser valley dairy farmer. Always made time for family camping trips and motorcycle riding. He taught us all to horseback ride, ulterior motive? Saddle up and move them cows! Retired and drove taxi, was a get-away-car once, (unknowingly). Volunteer driver for dialysis cancer patients to Vancouver. A Red Cross hero, he donated blood over 100 times. Family would like to thank all the care aides that assisted dad to live his best life.


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Tyler Ryckman

June 5, 2020

There’s many fond memories I can recall of grandpa when I was young. I recall our camping trips in Thousand Trails and him hooking up the 5th wheel to his Dodge pickup. I remember him snoozing on his recliner in the summer afternoons while the scanner/radio audibly picked up signals. I remember him taking me on a motorcycle ride (his Goldwing) from the Fraser Valley to their house in Mission - He pointed out a biker gang motorcade on the way. I remember when we’d all be out in the pool for a swim at their Mission house on hot days in the summer. I remember when grandma and grandpa sent us (Ryckman family) a static video shot from a camcorder of them opening presents for Christmas one year when we didn’t visit and I thought it was so funny. I remember playing pool with gramps in the basement. I remember that he was still quick to be sarcastic and make a quip here and there along with a ‘tsk tsk’. I don’t remember ever really chatting with him one on one about any deep topics but rather just hanging out. Every time I’d leave I’d make a point to hug him or pat him on the shoulder and say “Love you, gramps !”. I’m sure there’s more I can think of after I write this. I miss him.

Charleen Proznick

June 5, 2020

I remember the times when Hubert would come to our place (Howard Beharrell’s) in Darfield with his Dad (George) and brother (Ron) to go hunting.