Chad’s Story

He was also a hard worker and a brilliant machinist, so much so that the owners of his company—who held him in their own hearts as akin to a son—had him pegged as the guy that would be in the boss's chair when the time came. In speaking with them after we lost Chad, it turns out they had to hire three people to fill his position. 

His work ethic at his job was reflected in other aspects of his life, and Chad did everything he thought he needed to do to be a good man. He was a devoted father to his two daughters, Brook-Lyn and Taylor, and when he had his girls, his time was exclusively for them. Fishing, camping, catching frogs, board games, card games. They were both the apple of his eye, and he loved them with his whole heart. He loved his entire family, and he would light up talking about his childhood and where he came from. He'd share with me how proud he was of his mom, Denise, show me pictures of her gardens, and tell me about her building a house for herself on her own before meeting his father, Lyle. Lyle and Chad were very close. Chad had a passion for woodworking that came from projects they did together. He proudly showed me some of the things they built, and they were all gorgeous. They were always chit-chatting on the phone it seemed; I'd often come outside on weekends, and he was there on the phone catching up with his dad, always with a grin on his face. To his sister, Tanis, he was one of her favorite people, and the first person she would call when she needed anything. He was like her little doll when they were kids, and you can see how much she adored him in the pictures of them as children. Chad also held his brother Dylan close in his heart, and you could see the pride and adoration spill out of Dylan when Chad came around.