Nan Harrison August 20, 1934 – April 19, 2008
Nan was born in Trail BC to Issac & Elizabeth Patton where she joined older Sisters Betty (Richard Avery), Mary (William Proctor), Jen (Steve Dzamka).
Married “Doc” Harrison (Daughter Susan) in 1955 and had two sons Brad (Anita), and Brent and later Grandchildren, Cameron, Debbie, Emily and Warren.
After Graduating Nan headed off to Nurse’s training where she met the “Love of her Life”, “Doc” (Charles Eugene) Harrison a long time Terrace resident. After graduating they soon wed, and moved to Terrace. Nan worked at the “old” hospital and was one of the nurses that opened the then “new” Mills Memorial Hospital. Nan was active in the community. Her passions were blended…. politics, sports & music. During the 1970’s Nan was elected to the Terrace School Board. She was on the Schools Board until being appointed to the “National Parole Board of Canada” where she worked for over a decade. She retired after being diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease. Nan worked tirelessly for the BC Parkinson’s Society to try and help others with the disease. Nan moved back to Terrace after the death of Doc in 2005.
The Family would like to thank:
Dr. Strydom for his tireless devotion to his profession, and the kindness, expertise, and humanity that he extended to Nan and her family. The staff at Terraceview, which made Mom’s last years enjoyable for her, your care for her was noticed and appreciated. To Dr. Kenyon, Dr. Moolman, & Dr. Barton for your help in Emergency. Nurses Gail & Vicki in Emergency for it seemed you where there nearly every time Mom came in, your care for her was always top notch, & she commented how comforted she was to see it was you there. All Nan’s friends for visiting her during these difficult times and finally Marylin Davies for crafting an excellent Eulogy.
Splendour in the Grass
What though the radiance
which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass,
of glory in the flower,
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
By: William Wordsworth