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Lorne Eric
Swanson
Sep 14, 1949 — Apr 14, 2020
Brooks
Lorne Eric Swanson of Brooks, beloved husband of June Swanson, passed away peacefully following a lengthy illness in Sunrise Gardens, Brooks on Tuesday, April 14 th , 2020 at the age of 70 years. Lorne was born on September 14 th , 1949 in Maple Creek, Saskatchewan to Ruby and Eric Swanson. He lived on the family farm, south of Vidora, Saskatchewan and attended school in Alpha Valley, where is mother Ruby was a teacher. The family moved to Cardston, Alberta and Lorne attended school there and graduated high school in Brooks. He attended S.A.I.T., where he took process piping and drafting. Lorne spent his working years in the Oil Patch, working service rigs, then oilfield maintenance and then starting his own company, Chance Oilfield Maintenance Ltd. He operated Chance Oilfield until his aneurism in December of 2003. Lorne was predeceased by his infant son Clay Jordan, parents Ruby and Eric Swanson and brother Blaine Alan Swanson. He is survived by his loving wife June (nee Hotte); son Kelsey (Jennifer) of Calgary; sisters, Norma (Bill) Galloway of Brooks, Lyn (Tim) Chamberlain of Grand Prairie, Alberta, Gayle (Ray) Christman of Medicine Hat and Colleen (Reg) Swartz of Brooks; sister-in-law Laurie Johnson-Swanson of Brooks and numerous nieces and nephews. Lorne will be remembered for his love of family and the joy he took in working and a job well done. In memory of Lorne, if friends desire, memorial tributes may be made directly to Southern Alberta Brain Injury Society, #140, 301 – 14 th Street NW, Calgary, Alberta T2N 2A1.
Cremation is entrusted to and conducted by
Smith Funeral Home Ltd. and Crematorium, Brooks
A Celebration of Lorne's Life will be held at a later date .
My Life is but a weaving between my God and Me,
I do not choose the colors,
He worketh steadily.
Offtimes He weaveth sorrow,
I in foolish pride.
Forgets He sees the upper,
and I the underside.
Not till the loom is silent,
and shuttles cease to fly,
will God unroll the canvas
and explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful in the skillful weavers hand,
As the threads of gold and silver in the tapestry he planned.
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