WYATT: It is with great sadness that we announce the passing of Richard James Wyatt at the age of 58. He was born June 4, 1952 at North Battleford, SK and passed away May 28, 2011 at Neilburg, SK. Rick is survived by his family: his wife of 36 years, Ann; children & grandchildren: Tina (Roy) Schmidt; Trystian & Serena; Shawna (Vince) Lisch: Rylan & Arianna; Rayann (Kent) Boerrichter & Kojo; his dad, Harry Wyatt; sisters: Karen (Cameron) Ray and Donna Wyatt; by Ann's siblings: Ella (Bill) Chipak, Leonard (Faye) Sehn and Richard (Betty) Sehn; numerous nieces, nephews and their families. Predeceased by his mother, Rose Mary Wyatt. Funeral Service was held on Friday, June 3, 2011 at 2:00 p.m. at the Cut Knife Theatre, Cut Knife, SK. Eulogy ~ Shared by Amber Tuplin It's my honor and pleasure, to stand here and pay tribute to Richard James Wyatt, known to many of us as "Slivers, Stick Man, Whippy, Ricky Dick, Smiley, Ricky, Father, Dad, Papa, Uncle and of course we cannot forget Grandma Wyatt's name for him when he was in trouble, "Richard". He was born on June 4, 1952 to the proud parents of Harry and Rose Wyatt. He was the only boy and middle child of the family. He had and older sister Karen and younger sister Donna. He was raised on a farm 13 miles north east of North Battleford. He attended Highworth Country School until Grade 6 and in Grade 7 and 8 he attended McKitrick School in North Battleford, where he spent 50% of his time in school and the other 50% of his time at the pool hall. Rick married the love of his life, Ann Sehn on Oct. 19, 1974 and in 1978 they started their family and had 3 beautiful girls, Tina, Shawna and Rayann. Rick was the rooster of this hen house and loved every minute of it. Rick and Ann moved to Cut Knife on Oct. 31, 1981 and Ann can recall when they pulled into Cut Knife they had a Christmas tree standing up in the back of the truck with Christmas lights already on it. Rick held many jobs in his life as he worked for Coop in Cut Knife, Park Manager at Atton's Lake, Esso in Neilburg, AgriCentre Sales in Battleford, Esso in Lloyd and his final days were at the Neilburg Coop. He also had a part time job as the driver for the Cut Knife Ambulance. Rick has been a big part of the Cut Knife community for the last 30 years serving our communities with fuel and anhydrous during the day and at night he would serve our communities with the Cut Knife Ambulance. Rick was a devoted father and grandfather, when you talked to him about his girls he was so proud of everything they accomplished. He would do anything for his girls near or far. He got to walk all three daughters down the aisle at their weddings and while he was doing this he had the hugest smile on his face as he was so happy and proud of each and every one of them. In the last few years he was gifted with 3 sons-in-law, Roy, Vincent and Kent, to him they were his "sons". He loved spending just father-in-law and son-in-law time with them by hunting, fishing and visiting. Soon after, he became a proud papa of 4 beautiful grandchildren Trystian, Serena, Rylan and Arianna. He would always have the latest story or a picture of his grandchildren with him. He loved spending as much time with them and loved them very much. The foundation of this family was built upon a strong loving marriage between Rick and Ann. It was clear to see that they loved each other unconditionally and were truly soul mates. Over the last 30 years Rick was a very active community member and played many different roles. He was a fire fighter, wild life member, bartender for everyone's functions, member of the Bushy Lake Boozers slow pitch team and most of all he was a devoted Elk member. He always volunteered his time at the Elks movie theatre. We are going to miss him saying "Enjoy the show' then while you are watching the show his loud cowboy boots and the jingling of his keys while he walked down the aisle to make sure we were all behaving. While he was an Elk he helped organize most of all the ball tournaments out at Atton's Lake, he would be up at the crack of dawn getting the diamonds ready, or he was at the beer gardens serving alcohol, shooting off the fireworks and for sure you would find him on Sunday morning at the canteen cooking bacon and eggs. When Rick played for the Bushy Lake Boozers slow-pitch team he didn't dress like a normal ball player. He would be wearing shorts, socks up to his knees, cowboy boots, cowboy hat and his jersey with his number .08 on his back. He was a sight for sore eyes but he was the cowboy in the outfield, Keith Loraner said "he wasn't very good but he sure loved to play ball". Over the past few days many friends and family members have shared many stories and memories of Rick. As I sat there and listened, the same message surfaced each time. Rick had a heart of gold, do anything for anybody, he was fun loving and cherished his time with family and friends. If you needed cows to be fed or chased, grain truck driver, pick things up for you, needed a ride home or bed because you just had too many wobbly pops, yard work that you needed help with, bartender at your function, ticket seller, needed somebody to talk to or a shoulder to cry on.you name it, he would do it for you. Didn't matter how busy of tired he was he would make the time to help out a friend or family in need. Rick cherished his parents dearly, every chance he would get he would be heading to Battleford to see them. Even when he was busy he would take the time out of his long day and call Grandpa every night to check in and see how things were going. Rick was his families number one fan, it didn't matter what you were doing he would be there cheering you on. We can remember a time at the Atton's lake ball tournament Rick was having a good time and my brother Ryan was playing against the Cut Knife Drillers. Ryan hit a home run and Uncle was so proud of his nephew that he ran onto the diamond and met Ryan at home plate and gave him a big high five. Sorry Cut Knife Drillers even though he supported Cut Knife very chance he could get, when it came to Rick's family he was our number one fan!! Uncle Rick treated me just like one of his girls always calling me "Sweetie". He was always there for me and was only a phone call away. When I got married last summer, he was a huge help, he organized the bar, helped put up the tent and on the day of the wedding he was polishing my cowboy boots. He was a cowboy at heart and for the wedding he had all his grandchildren dressed in western wear. Uncle surprised Wes and I with a horse and wagon which was a great touch to our wedding. Now when we look back at the pictures, we will always have a fond memory of Uncle Rick. Rick had 4 passions he loved, hunting, fishing ambulance and riding his hog. For the last 15 years he was the host of his American hunter friends. While the geese were flying south his American hunter friends were coming north. Every Thanksgiving he would open his home to Americans and Ann and him would cook a big turkey supper for all them. He just loved to goose hunt. When he would shoot a goose, he would get so excited; he would say "Yeah! Come on Down! Right of Brother!" Gary Laranger can remember a time when he and Rick went out spotting geese one night and they had a few too many drinks and ended up at the pig roast until 4 in the morning. Gary remembers Ann saying "Geez Rick it sure took you a long time to find those geese". Rick said "Yeah it took all night but we found them". He also loved to fish; he never missed the Jackfish Ice derby. Didn't matter if it was -50 outside, he would be up and at it at 4:30 to head to Jackfish Lake. But funny thing is the derby didn't start till 10 a.m. He needed to be there early to scout out the holes and get the best one. Once he got his hole, he wouldn't stick around it for very long; he would be mixing and mingling with everyone at the fishing derby. Rick started on the Cut Knife Ambulance in March of 1998 and he loved it. He would set around for hours waiting for a call and when he got one he would be gone like a "bat out of hell". Heather Carlton remembers a time when they got called out to the reserve. When they arrived the police weren't there and they weren't supposed to go in. But Rick looked at Heather and said 'Let's go, I have your back!" Heather laughs every time she tells this story because Rick was like 60 lbs soaking wet and there is no way he could have backed her up. I remember Rick would book a couple hours off from the ambulance to help celebrate the holidays with us. Rick would walk into the house and have his uniform on with his radio strapped to his hip. But when 9 o'clock would roll around, he would say "mother, we got to go" and he would be quickly on his way back to Cut Knife to wait for a call. In 2007 Rick purchased his pride and joy his Hog! Nobody was allowed to touch it, sit on it or ride it. It was always shined and chromed right up. Rick would get all duded up with his leathers and bandana and was looking "Bad to the bone". Rick attended a lot of bike rallies all over the country and he met many friends along the way. In the last few years he was attending and be gone for days. We never knew what happened down there but all he would say was, "it was f'ing Awesome!!!" Last year he attended the Sturgis bike rally but it was short visit, he received a call from his family that his sister Karen was very sick. There was no hesitation from him; he said he will be home as soon as possible. Him and his hog drove hard all day and most of the night and he made it to the hospital in a day and half. He entered the hospital all leathered up and I am pretty sure the nurses and doctors thought there was a Hell's Angel in the ICU. While he was standing there giving mom the old pep talk, it sounded like there was a flock of geese flying through ICU. It was Rick's ring tone on his phone which made us laugh and helped ease the situation. Rick was a man that would tell you how it is by his swear words. He didn't worry about what other people thought of him. He loved his Pepsi, Lambs Amber rum, Saskatoon pies and Crispy Crunches. If you listened to the radio you would have heard Rick a time or two. If there was a prize to be won, he would be on the phone trying to win it. He always had to stop and talk to everyone wherever he went and got along with everybody. He always loved to have fun and lived life to the fullest. But most of all "he worked hard and played hard' and was truly a genuine man. If you ever noticed, Rick wore a leather vest every where he went. On the back of the vest it said "Live to Ride", this following poem represents Rick in so many ways. It's all about the journey; It's the part that counts Even when he gets there; He may just turn around He rides like an eagle; Flying all along the stars It's all about the journey; Safe now from any harm. Too soon he left to travel; Beyond where we can see But it's all about the journey; Forever riding free. I hope there is a Biker Heaven; And we will meet again someday, It's all about the journey; Just to hear you say good day!! There are so many memories of Rick and we are going to deeply miss his voice, laughter, smile, friendship and most of all his heart of gold. But when you are having a bad day, just think of old Ricky Dick and think what would he say of do in this moment and I am sure you will get a big smile on you face. Rick was taken from us way too soon but I know none of us will forget him and how he touched our lives. Until we meet again Uncle Rick, farewell and May you rest in peace. Card of Thanks My family and I would like to thank the following: Bob MacKay and his crew for the great job they did for Rick's funeral service. To the company who taped the service and sent it over to the high school, for those people to see. A job well done. To the firemen for all their help before the service. The Elks, Firemen, and Ambulance attendance for the honour guard. Rick would be honoured and proud to say he belonged and served with you all. Thank you to the Royal Purple ladies and all who helped them put on the wonderful lunch. Also to Roy Finley and all Rick's biker friends for giving him his last ride her o earth. You know he is up there with a bigger and better bike, riding free. To the Elks for letting us use the theatre, Louanne Stenson, staff and students for the use of the high school gym and all their work. I would like to thank my girls, sons-in-law and grandchildren for a their love and strength. To Rick's family, my family and our friends for their love, support and the many memories they shared with me. Amber Tuplin what can I say, what would Uncle Rick say. Well what comes to mind is "right on brother, that was an awesome job". For all the food, flowers, prayers, cards, and kind words. To the Coop for their generosity. Rick's boss Greg Dorner for all his help and for sharing his feelings of Rick. Rick was on cloud 9 when he heard you were coming back to the Coop. To my boss, Darcy Thomas, there are not enough words to express my gratitude for your understanding and overwhelming generosity. All this has helped me though my darkest hours. Last but not least to Rick for the 36 years of loving and happy memories - until we meet again! Ann Wyatt, Tina & Roy Schmidt and family, Shawna & Vince Lisch and family, Ryann & Kent Boerrichter. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________
