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He loved to create physical challenges for himself, like ultra-marathons, fat biking, and canoeing. He would try everything at least once. Many of his adventures involved nature and the Canadian wilderness. Beyond these things, he took it upon himself to learn about other cultures and was learning other languages like Danish, German, and French.

Alfred was a true Canadian. He loved the Albertan mountains, especially Waterton National Park. Being originally from Fort Nelson, BC, and later calling Lethbridge, Alberta his hometown, he also shared a great love for the wild woods and cooler temperatures where he could practice bush craft skills and camping.

I will cherish the love we had together forever. He was the kind of man who lived life to the fullest. He loved life.

Alfred always showed me the kind of love that everyone should have. The kind of mushy gushy love that makes you feel warm and envelops you like a cocoon. Alfred was my cocoon. He showed me safety and adventure. And what happened to him is cruel and unfair but he understood the risks, and took them knowingly. He always did. He knew the dangers of his job, and fully embraced the Search and Rescue Technician motto: ‘that others may live’. I am so proud of his courage, strength, and devotion to help others.

Alfred always worried about the gifts he would give me. If they were enough. But he gave me the gift of true love. He gave me life. And I hope that I can honour him by following his example, to share his enthusiasm for life with others.

This feels like such a surreal situation. I keep expecting Alfred to walk through the door. He and I were so happy together. We had plans to travel, to have children, and to grow old in each other’s company. We were just setting out on our adventure together. He didn’t deserve to die. I miss him terribly, and he will be in my heart forever.”