Mark Groves lit a candle on 03/18/2013:
"Doc Euler was a man that knew how to do things. He was a worker with skilled hands, a sharp mind and the emotional strength to dedicate himself to doing good things for people every day. His practical skills were exceptional. He was a man that could get a horse to sit calmly while he put a hundred stitches in its lips and nose. The modern world could learn a lot from Doc. Doc Euler lived in the world as he made it. He ran the company he started and rode around the lake in the boat he built with his buddies. Karl was comfortable with who he was. He was his own boss. Karl was a man with modest needs. He didn't take a lot for himself. He spent his whole life doing for others. I had the chance to know Doc Euler. He spoke a language of sense and reason that I very much enjoyed. It was my privilege, to have Karl explain to me how he saw the world while we sat by the lake. He wasn't a big talker and he was usually working so for me it was very special opportunity. Doc was smart. He took care of business. He may be gone but he will be doing good things for a very long time to come. I think Karl is proud of his life and he will watch from heaven with a smile as he continues his work. The people he loves will feel him in their lives every day. I still feel you Doc. "

Regan Smith lit a candle on 03/21/2013:
"Our sincerest condolences to your family in this time of mourning. Your father was an inspiration to me. He pushed me to work through my challenges and not accept the way things are rather work toward what I want them to be. The world is far less of a place knowing he is no longer with us. We wish you fond memories of him to share that will continue to inspire. Warmest regards, Regan Rachel & Genevieve "

Crystal Gohlich lit a candle on 03/01/2013:
"When my mom Elaine Jeffery worked for your Dad -- in his Sundridge office -- he had a new assistant in Gravenhurst so when a man brought a cat into be put to sleep that was a perfectly lovely cat .. the assistant said you can't do that ... so your Dad took the cat to the sundridge office ... and my mom took care of it there. But then your dad got the place painted and my mom had a horrible reaction to the paint fumes and ended up in the hospital -- so they took the cat back to the graven hurst office -- someone left the window open and the cat got out and went back home after a year and a half ... apparently the owner was mad that they didn't put the cat to sleep ... but when he found out it was alive he wanted to keep it ... My mom was very happy when she worked for your Dad "