He leaves to mourn his wife and best friend, Winn Gunderson; his mother, three brothers and one sister; Winn’s family of seven sisters and two brothers and their husbands and wives.

Brent has too many nieces and nephews, great-nieces and great-nephews to list. He always got a kick out of having the kids around and loved it when they came to visit.

Brent was born in Fort Macleod on Oct. 4, 1959, but it was when the family moved to Beaver Mines in the ’70s that he found his home. Brent met Winn when they were teenagers, and that’s what made up his mind to plant his roots in Pincher Creek and Beaver Mines, cementing lifelong friendships along the way, including his “pizza-betting sports buddy” and his “texting buddy.”

Brent learned to ski at Westcastle, learned to fish in Beaver Creek and the many other rivers and mountain lakes nearby, and made his Bubba and Poppa proud by becoming an avid hunter. Brent worked several jobs, but loved his last the most — being in the MD grader. He cherished the wonderful friends he made while working there.

Brent had a real soft spot in his heart for animals. First Rocky, then Miki, were constant canine companions, and he always surrounded his heart and home with numerous cats. He took great pleasure in watching wildlife and feeding the hummingbirds.

Brent never wanted a fuss made over him. That is why, honouring his wishes, there will be no service. There will be a celebration of his life sometime this summer.

Please, instead of flowers, Brent would want you to make a donation, if you wish, to the SPCA.