It’s only been a few months since we received the news of our friend Marv’s passing. Death does come like a thief in the night; we all think that we will have more time to say what needs to be said. How untrue!
Trent and I had planned on visiting Marv the weekend that followed his untimely passing, and now there isn’t another chance to show him how much we truly did care. Everyone has regrets and generally we are given another chance to right these missed opportunities in our lives. Unfortunately in this case there is no righting our missed visit. Marv passed away on May 28, 2015, after a battle with ALS (Lou Gehrig’s Disease or Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis).
Marv was a top notch husband, father, grandfather, brother, uncle, son and friend. He lived his life to the fullest right up to the end. Marv had a work ethic unlike anyone I’ve known. If there was a job to do, you could always count on Marv to get it done. Marv also played as hard as he worked; he loved a good time with family and friends, and if he was in your company, you could rest assured that you’d be making memories that would have you laughing for years to come. Marv was an outdoor enthusiast through every Canadian season, as well. His love of big game hunting, along with fishing both in summer and winter, had him always searching for the record breaker.
Marv was a dear friend to both my husband Trent and I. Our friendship with Marv and his wife, Pat, has lasted a little over 27 years. I first met the couple shortly after our daughter, Branelle, was born. They owned and operated the Shell Bulk Fuel depot in Melfort. I was hired as a bookkeeper and over the course of 10 years I worked alongside both of them, as well as with Marv’s brother, Dave. These three individuals taught me numerous aspects of business management and accounting, which in turn helped me keep our farms accounting books in order. I owe them many thanks for the knowledge I gained while working for them.
A few years into our relationship with the Klenks, Trent and I realized that Marv had a true love for farming. I had also been told that you can’t mix work relationships and friendships. Well, the four of us proved that theory wrong. I worked for them and Marv helped my husband farm. We both had the help we needed and when we weren’t working you probably would have found us socializing together.
Over the past 10 years we haven’t been in Marv and Pat’s company as often. Our lives have taken us in different directions because of the age of our children. They have many beautiful grandchildren that get their full attention, and that’s the way it should be. We haven’t started the grandparent stage of our lives yet, so we tend to run with a different crowd.
We received the news of Marv’s passing on Thursday morning at about 8:30 a.m. The sudden reality sent Trent and I into shock and a deep sadness. Marv battled this disease for about four years, with his unfailing wife by his side. We all wondered how his previously happy, healthy life could change so quickly. We’ve all had time to prepare for Marv’s passing but for some crazy reason we figured we’d get to see him again…we thought we would have time for another visit.
After hearing the sad news I figured I’d better let our children know. They had spent many hours in the Klenk house and I know that they will be feeling our pain. I texted Brennon and Branelle the details and the strangest thing happened. During my conversation with Brennon, we had decided to send the family a dish garden instead of flowers. I love these gardens because they last a lot longer than flowers…you have a living bouquet. I went to suggest the arrangement and glanced down on my iPhone screen to proofread what I had typed before I hit send and instead of typing dish garden it corrected it to fish garden. I glanced down on my phone and realized that the d and f are side by side so that must have been a finger slip-up. Brennon and I both decided that our whole family would go in on the dish garden for their family. I was just ready to send Brennon another text when I stopped myself once more. I had typed our daughter’s name Branelle in the text message and to my amazement me and elks was in her name’s place. Okay, this is definitely not a typo, I thought, this is a divine connection. Marv was a fisherman and a hunter. He was getting his message through to me loud and clear. He was very much okay in this new heavenly realm and he was grateful—for him, heaven is truly an outdoor enthusiast’s dream.
Later in the day Trent and I headed into town to visit the family. I shared this texting incident with them; we all had a good laugh at how Marv had made his spirit known. I also know within the next weeks, months and years Marv will continue to connect with the people he has loved during his life here on earth. To those who loved him: He is only a whisper away, talk to him often.
I’m sure there are people that will read this and think it’s all just a coincidence, but I know better. My NDE two years ago taught me to think with my soul, not with what mankind might call common sense or logic. Nothing is common or logical in the afterlife and everything or anything is possible. When our souls have moved into the heavenly realm there are no boundaries. Love will keep us united for an eternity. We just have to open up our earthly minds and allow the souls that have departed stop by and visit.
Ask, listen and be watchful