Help Ryan lay his father to rest

Hi! My name is Halley. very recently my dads very good friend Darcy Brady passed on peacefully. His son Ryan however, lives provinces away and his fathers death was very sudden. My dad, Gord Hornan, asked me for his help as he’s not very good with online stuff to make a GoFundMe for Ryan to make it back to Manitoba to put his dad to rest. The donations will pay for travel, food and lodging for the family and whatever else expenses to help make this easier. All donations will be given straight to Ryan and his family. Hopefully we raise enough to get him home. Ryan’s dad was incredibly important to him and Ryan wrote this about his father.

 

“Yesterday, we lost an absolute legend and one of our biggest supporters. My Dad, Darcy Brady.

 

His pain and suffering is over. He is with my little brother.

 

He didn't understand at first, why we decided to move to NL and start homesteading; but he quickly understood why after. At first, he thought we were crazy to move to a place with no walleye in the lakes. But then he realized how much we love being here, and thought what a great life we were providing for his grandchildren. Living off the land, as much as we can and having our children help us every step of the way.

 

My Dad was a legendary lake fisher. The stories I was told over the years by him, by my Grandpa and all those that knew him was amazing. But him and I never fished much, over the years, he couldn't do everything he wanted to do with my little brother and I. But thats ok, he did what he could; and he did a lot with us.

 

After losing Josh, in 2012. My Dad wasn't his same old self, but he tried to be. He lost his youngest boy, a huge part of his heart was gone.

 

But as the years passed, his heart started healing. Especially with the birth of our 3 kids, his grandchildren. He was so proud of them, and of us. He told me that I was a better Dad than he ever was. I never really believed him.

 

My Dad was a great man. He impacted so many lives of the people around him. He impacted my life so much. He always stood by my side, and supported me. He was always my number one fan, even when I was a total asshole and needed to be put into my place.

 

He was my inspiration and motivation to be the best man, husband and Dad that I could possibly be. Learning from his successes, as well as his mistakes. My Dad wasn't perfect, far from it; but he did his damnedest to make sure my little brother and I, and my kids had the best life possible.

 

He called the 3 of us (my little brother, me and him) the 3 amigos, and the 3 musketeers. I am the last in line. I am all that remains of our little tribe.

 

My Dad gave me and taught me everything he thought would help me succeed in life. He also supported my greatest passions, like they were his own greatest passions. My photography, my homesteading, my love of animals, my love of nature, and more. Whenever I got into something, he made sure I got into it.

 

Him and I shared a huge passion for music. We both loved so many of the same bands and musicians. We went to many concerts together. He said I took his love for music and took it further than he ever did. He was astounded at all of the music I loved, the artists that I knew and loved. And at my vast collection of albums. If there was a concert or show I wanted to go to; he made sure I was there.

 

He helped me get into band/concert photography. When I got hired to take photos of one of the biggest bands in the world, KISS he was over the moon and said my photo of Gene Simmons was the best photo he has ever seen. That I surpassed him in taking photos. He was so proud of me and that photo, he told me that I should get it printed and somehow get it to Gene Simmons. But, maybe he is right. Maybe I should. My Dad and I both grew up listening to KISS and many other bands. And we got to see them all, or most of them in concert; together.

 

My Dad helped everyone he could, often at his own expense. He didn't care if it put him out. He did it anyways. He always cared about his friends, his family and just everyone. He was always helping my brother and I's friends, and even their families. And I do the same. It was just his nature, and mine.

 

Which reminds me, since him and I were always so alike; it often led us to clashing. He didn't like me getting into the same shit that he did as a young man. But in many ways, it brought us so much closer. I remember some pretty epic fights, that I won't get into. But we always made up after. Even if it took a while, on both our parts. We're both pretty fucking bull headed.

 

Any way, I know I am rambling. But I guess I need to, I lost one of my greatest friends and supporters. Here I am, a grown ass man who rarely cries, bawlin' my eyes out; being bombarded by all the great memories we had, and all the bad memories too.

 

My Dad was an amazing man, his fight is over. He is where ever he is, he is with my little brother. And some day, hopefully not any day soon; I will see them again.

 

We all love and miss you Dad. Thank you, for being you. Thank you for being such an integral part of my life, and others lives. We are all better for having you in our lives. Thank you for everything. I miss you big guy, and sorry for all the gray hairs we gave yah. I know you loved us and cared for us all so much, and how proud you were of me, and well everyone else.

 

This wasn't easy to write, and I know it's pretty much a short story. So if you got to the end of it, thank you. I could write a long ass book about this man, and it would probably be one of epic proportions.

 

I just want to thank everyone, expressing their condolences. To the people my Dad thought of as friends and family. To my friends and family. Thank you.

 

I love you Dad, thank you so very much for everything.

 

Now I got to go tend to the animals, and the garden.

 

❤”

 

 

Thank you for all your help in aiding this family.