Klaus Arno Weis

June 12, 1935 to June 3, 2010

It is with heavy hearts and deep sadness that we announce Klaus’s peaceful passing on June 3rd at Hospice House after a long and courageous battle with cancer, just nine days short of his seventy fifth birthday.

Klaus immigrated to Canada in 1954 as a young man, first to Edmonton, then Vancouver and Pitt Meadows and finally to Vernon in 1995. Until 1995 Klaus was a driver for BC Transit and before Klaus retired he received an award for long service and accident free driving.

Klaus’s passion was flying and in 1973 he obtained his private pilots license and enjoyed many hours flying with his friends out of Pitt Meadows Airport.

Klaus is survived by (Schnuki) his beloved wife Erna; his faithful companion “Wurst”; One son Peter(Kathy) and their family of Halifax; Daughter Deborah and her family of Victoria; Brother Uwe (Hugh) Susanne and their family of Edmonton; Brother Peter and family of Victoria as well as one sister Vera (Gerald) and their family of Vernon and Salmon Ann. Klaus also leaves behind brother in-law Walter (Gertie); Sisters in-law Anny and Gretl and their families of Vienna Austria.

Klaus will be deeply missed by all his family and by those who were fortunate enough to have his friendship, he will be remembered as a warm hearted, kind and considerate man.

The Family would like to thank Dr. L. Pritchett, Dr. Johnson, Dr. Hardy, care support Lynda Reith and his niece Jayne for their wonderful care and support in his most recent declining months.

There will be no funeral services at Klaus’s request. Cremation arrangements have been made. Those wishing to remember Klaus may do so by donation to the Tom McMurtry & Peter Baerg Cancer Clinic or the North Okanagan Hospice House in his memory.

I AM NOT THERE

Do not stand at my grave and weep;

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning hush,

I am the swift, uplifting rush of

quiet birds in circled flight.

I am soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there, I did not die.