In Celebration of

Douglas Byard Knowles

June 27, 2019

Passed away unexpectedly on Thursday, June 27th, 2019. Byard is the beloved brother of Karen Knowles (Larry Ryan), Ann Knowles (Harry Voorhees), Cindy Knowles (Mark Kaczmarczyk), and loving uncle of Cody (Ashlyn), Kyle, Michaela, Adrian, and Simon. Friends may call at the Turner & Porter Yorke Chapel, 2357 Bloor St. W., at Windermere, east of Jane subway from 3-6 p.m. on Sunday, July 7th. Funeral service will be held in the chapel on Monday at 3 p.m. If desired memorial donations may be made to the Heart & Stroke Foundation. Online condolences may be made through


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Karen Knowles (Sister)

Entered July 6, 2019 from Stouffville

You left us too soon, bro. We will miss your sweet smile, your wry humour, your kind and caring nature. Holding you with love in our hearts till we meet again.

Dave Marder 

Entered July 6, 2019

Byard was my friend.
He was always the person to offer a helping hand, a kind word or a thoughtful gesture of support.
I think back to a lot of the times through the years that he and I just did stuff.
From High School, College, University , travelling the country and beyond. The Adult Years.
Byard was my friend and he will be sorely missed.
I will miss his wisdom, his love of his family and his funny way of knowing things.
He knew when it was time to do the thing that needs to get done and he would be happy to do it with you.
His presence and influence are part of what made him a gem.
Those that were lucky to know him, knew that he loved to be a part yet apart.
I was lucky enough to know him over a long period of time and learned what a true friend could be.

Dave Marder.

Shane and Marion MacRae (Friends of the family)

Entered July 7, 2019 from Guelph

Our condolences to you and your family.

Tove Noerby (Flemming Jespersen’s sister)

Entered July 7, 2019 from Denmark

Farewell dear Byard

Cassie Ross 

Entered July 7, 2019

I’ve known Byard for almost 40 long as I’ve known David.

He was David’s best friend and it showed in their behaviour towards each other.

One thing about Byard was he was always good to go,it didn’t matter what the activity was. He could walk for miles and never complained.

Once we had moved to Halifax, David would visit him as often as he could and it was always the highlight of his trip.

Our son Ian grew up knowing Byard and they could gab for hours about anything.

We will miss his quiet wisdom and when Ian and David visit Toronto it won’t be the same.

Life Stories 

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Order of Service 

Entered July 11, 2019

Memorial Service – D. Byard Knowles

Musical Prelude – Hymn to Freedom - Oscar Peterson

Opening reading Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 (Celebrant)

For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven
A time to be born, and a time to die; A time to plant, and a time to uproot;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; A time to tear down, and a time to build;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to scatter stones, and a time to gather them; A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to search, and a time to give up; A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to tear, and a time to mend; A time to be silent, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; A time for war, and a time for peace.

Opening Words & Prayer (Celebrant)

Reflections (Celebrant)

Eulogy and Personal Remembrances:

• Older sister
• Younger sister
• Dear friend
• Dear friend

Open Microphone

Musical Interlude – Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah performed by k. d. Lang

I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
You don't really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah


Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
Well she tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked the floor
Used to live alone before I knew ya
But I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Our love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe there's a God above
But all I have ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
It's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not someone who's seen the light
It's a cold and broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Moment of Silence to Remember and Give Thanks

Remember Me, by Margaret Mead

To the living, I am gone.
To the sorrowful, I will never return.
To the angry, I was cheated,
But to the happy, I am at peace,
And to the faithful, I have never left.
I cannot be seen, but I can be heard.
So as you stand upon a shore, gazing at a beautiful sea - remember me.
As you look in awe at a mighty forest and its grand majesty - remember me.
As you look upon a flower and admire its simplicity - remember me.
Remember me in your heart, your thoughts, your memories of the times we loved,
the times we cried, the times we fought, the times we laughed.
For if you always think of me, I will never be gone. 

Closing Remarks (Celebrant)

Irish Blessing and Benediction (Celebrant)

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
And rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May the spirit hold you in the palm of their hand.


May the blessings of light be upon you,
Light without and light within.
The blessed sunlight shine on you
and warm your heart
till it glows like a great peat fire.
And in all your comings and goings,
May you ever have a kindly greeting
From them you meet on the road.

Musical Postlude – In Remembrance – Eleanor Daley, performed by Village Voices

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight-ripened grain,
I am the gentle morning rain.

And when you wake in the morning’s hush,
I am the sweet uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.


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