Graham Guenther was born July 3 1979 to Jack and Connie Guenther.  He was the eldest of 7 and grew up in a big happy family in Medicine Hat, Alberta.  He was the beloved older brother to Carlee Dynes, Emily Meldrum, Grant Guenther, Kim Cote, Nathan Guenther and Laurie Guenther.

He leaves behind his wife, Lea, and his three children Finnegan, Jude and Wren.

Graham was his own man.  He lived exactly how he liked.   He rarely cared about convention, listened to wild and eclectic international music, he dressed like a disgraced aristocrat.  He was flamboyant and affectionate, passionate and beautiful.  He loved the forests and wild places and usually made his own path, searching out unknown beaches and glorious picnic spots.

He lived it, fully.

He loved his boys and his woman with abandon.

His heart trusted.

He was a beloved father, always taking his boys on adventures and fun excursions.  They loved to drive up to Cumberland together and explore biking trails or he would take them all for skinny dips on Blackburn dock.  So many camping trips and road trips and fun evenings all snuggled up watching a movie.  He taught them how to be gentle men, how to lead with their hearts.

He welcomed in friends without judgement, with openness and fun.   He would offer to draw them a bath, or give them an incredible massage, or make them one of the most delicious meals they had ever tasted, just casually, as though such sweetness was normal- because it was normal to him.  He had so many special times with Julian, Conor, Bill, Melanie, Kim and Marc, along with so many others, sharing saunas, feasts, sweats and special spots by the water.  If you were his friend, you knew you were family.

He was an entrepreneur, a foodie, a lover of the good life, and of nature.  A man of deep connection to spirit and a worshipper of beauty and joy.   A singular and incomparably wonderful husband.

In the months after his diagnosis he was showered with love from his friends and family- he often said that he felt like the luckiest man in the world, that most people have to wait until their funeral to see how loved they are.  In that time he also went to school for massage, which he really enjoyed.  He was endlessly fascinated by the body and all its parts.  He got to take the float plane to school in Vancouver and would go on about how beautiful it was to be up in the sky, how fun to walk through the city to get to class.   His sparkle, his everyday happiness was the light that kept us all shining.

The pain of his loss is almost unbearable, but we are filled with gratitude that we were the lucky ones who got to be his people.  He was loved beyond belief and will be loved forever.