April 27th 2006 The Coulthard Family lost our Great Grampa. Dad was 96 and still doing fine. Just the body failing a little. Dad was the last of his generation in our Family. The last time I was to Visit him in the care home, about 3 weeks before he passed on he asked "Did you bring the Morgan" Alas I had not. It was a rainy weekend.

It was some years ago now, when I first bought Morgan. I had often talked to dad about wanting one and he said "Well just keep looking, the right one will show up someday." I bought Morgan in May and kept it a secret from him until Fathers day. I phoned and said "I am on the Ferry and we are going to a picnic in Beacon Hill Park for Fathers day.. There is an all Brits car show there." He came out of the house and was surprised. He slid into the passenger seat with ease and secured his favorite baseball cap on his head. We had a great day together and since then he has attended several Fathers day Picnics in Beacon Hill Park. That day, I met many new friends in a club called the Morgan Owners Group Northwest, and soon joined.

Dad would often drag my stepmom along to see all the Brits cars at the ABFM in Vancouver as well. He enjoyed the inovative mechanical aspects of the great variation of cars, being a mechanical engineer, among many of his degrees.

He loved riding in the Morgan, it was always a special treat for him when he was in the extended care home. It was fun... and it was an excuse to get out the door.

We held the regular services on May 13th.

Sunday June 4th.. we put a final closure on the last member of this generation of the Coulthard Family. It was Dads wishes to have his ashes scattered on the beach in front of the family summer home here, on Saltspring Island since 1964. Sunday Morning June 4th I was up early and I took dad for his last ride in the Morgan along with his favorite baseball cap. I cried all the way down Beddis road and back. The baseball cap is now in the trophy cabinet in the Morgan Garage.

The whole family was here for the weekend. Dad loved roses so at 2 pm our neighbors the Fords who knew my dad well joined us and we said a few words and scattered rose petals and Dads ashes on the beach in front of the house. Dad made some of the best wine I have ever tasted. We saved some of the ashes and placed them in a wine bottle and planted an Oak tree over it near the beach in front of the house. All is well and dad is resting in peace. May god be with you, dad.

I will be attending the Brits Picnic in Beacon Hill Park this year, but will miss my dad.

There are so many memories of my Dad, this is but one of them.

Marv Coulthard