Obituary for Guy Densmore
On March 23, 2021, if you’re reading this, then you know Guy has left this human experience peacefully but way too soon for his liking. To be missing the Blue Jays baseball season and after all that hard work finishing his gardens, not to see them bloom this summer.
He leaves behind his wife, the love of his life, Tammy Densmore as well as his sister, Katherine Densmore and his many fur kids.
Guy entered this life in June of 1947, the son of the late Homer and Ivy Densmore of Maitland, NS.
Guy started his early years travelling the daily road trips to Halifax with a car pool of guys and wondered how they ever managed to stay alive…what crazy times those days were. Then he got a taste for the open road and never looked back. He loved the road and the places and people he met (except maybe those green hot dogs at Buzzy’s). Eventually, he went on to live life on the road through his company and drivers (and the never ending adventures of business – God really can give you strength) but he so loved those days and everyone who worked for him had a place in his heart. When allowed (as he would always tell everyone) he went on as many road trips to escape the office, back to the thrill of driving.
Guy didn’t like to live by rules and in his early days while testing the waters of trucking could find him travelling from NS to Texas overweight or without a log book much to the absolute disbelief of a DOT officer. Arriving at a lease site in the middle of the night where the operator pondered how on earth he was going to unload all that freight. Or the cardboard sign written with his name taped to his door to appease the glare of the scale inspector. He had to stick to the open road after taking his baby, 88 black Pete to a Christmas parade, where a length restriction and no train horn had to be enforced the following year after scaring so many people (but oh what a night to remember).
Guy was a fun loving, kind and caring man who always wore a smile and could offer you a word of encouragement, a heartfelt laugh or time to sit and have a drink and a yarn. He had patience beyond a saint (anyone else would have killed a driver after running over their battery box cover for the third time) and had the honesty for telling it like it was even when you didn’t want to hear it. He will be missed by all who knew him, and maybe some time, somewhere, he gave you a chance or a life lesson that you will continue to pass it on or smile and laugh at the memory.
Following his wishes, there will not be a service, but ask that you pour a shot of Tito’s or whatever you have (he wouldn’t be fussy) and raise a toast to his memory and all the good times. Then repeat once, twice or as many times as you like. He’s sitting back with Brandy, Maggie and Murray, listening to Hotel California raising that toast along with you.
I’ll be seeing you on that open road…over and out, but never forgotten, the Stoned Pony.
He leaves behind his wife, the love of his life, Tammy Densmore as well as his sister, Katherine Densmore and his many fur kids.
Guy entered this life in June of 1947, the son of the late Homer and Ivy Densmore of Maitland, NS.
Guy started his early years travelling the daily road trips to Halifax with a car pool of guys and wondered how they ever managed to stay alive…what crazy times those days were. Then he got a taste for the open road and never looked back. He loved the road and the places and people he met (except maybe those green hot dogs at Buzzy’s). Eventually, he went on to live life on the road through his company and drivers (and the never ending adventures of business – God really can give you strength) but he so loved those days and everyone who worked for him had a place in his heart. When allowed (as he would always tell everyone) he went on as many road trips to escape the office, back to the thrill of driving.
Guy didn’t like to live by rules and in his early days while testing the waters of trucking could find him travelling from NS to Texas overweight or without a log book much to the absolute disbelief of a DOT officer. Arriving at a lease site in the middle of the night where the operator pondered how on earth he was going to unload all that freight. Or the cardboard sign written with his name taped to his door to appease the glare of the scale inspector. He had to stick to the open road after taking his baby, 88 black Pete to a Christmas parade, where a length restriction and no train horn had to be enforced the following year after scaring so many people (but oh what a night to remember).
Guy was a fun loving, kind and caring man who always wore a smile and could offer you a word of encouragement, a heartfelt laugh or time to sit and have a drink and a yarn. He had patience beyond a saint (anyone else would have killed a driver after running over their battery box cover for the third time) and had the honesty for telling it like it was even when you didn’t want to hear it. He will be missed by all who knew him, and maybe some time, somewhere, he gave you a chance or a life lesson that you will continue to pass it on or smile and laugh at the memory.
Following his wishes, there will not be a service, but ask that you pour a shot of Tito’s or whatever you have (he wouldn’t be fussy) and raise a toast to his memory and all the good times. Then repeat once, twice or as many times as you like. He’s sitting back with Brandy, Maggie and Murray, listening to Hotel California raising that toast along with you.
I’ll be seeing you on that open road…over and out, but never forgotten, the Stoned Pony.