GARY KEITH BRAGDON

MACLEAY ISLAND, BRISBANE, AUSTRALIA and BANGOR – Gary Keith Bragdon, 57, died Jan. 14, 2005, in Brisbane, Australia. Gary was born in Bangor the son of Wilbur and Maria (Kinney) Bragdon. He attended Bangor schools. After serving in the U.S. Army in Germany, where he met his wife, Jeanette, he returned to Bangor, where his first son, Tait was born in Nov. of 1972. In 1973 Gary, Jeanette and Tait returned to Australia, Jeanette’s homeland, where their second son, Chad was born in Feb. of 1977. Gary was predeceased by his parents, Wilbur and Maria (Kinney) Bragdon; and one sister, Marie I. Guptill. Gary is survived by and will be lovingly missed by his wife, Jeanette; two sons, Tait and Chad; one sister, Norma Adams and her husband, Phil, of Colorado; brother-in-law, Donald Guptill and his wife, Gloria, of Bangor; two nieces, Susan Hawes and her husband, Alan, of Bangor, and Debbie Myrick and her husband, Dan and their children of Colorado; one nephew, Paul Adams and his wife, Patty and their son of Colorado; cousin, Janet Kinney of East Holden; special friend, Carrie Murphy of East Holden, many other family and friends. Services were held on Thursday, Jan. 20, 2005, in Holland Park, Brisbane, Australia. Gary was gentle, kind, quiet and well respected by all who knew him, he will be missed by many who were blessed with having him in their lives. One of Gary’s favorite poems was The Dash by Linda Ellis. It is most appropriate to be listed here: The Dash by Linda Ellis I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on his tombstone from the beginning…to the end. He noted that first came his date of birth and spoke the following date with tears, but he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years. For that dash represents all the time that he spent alive on earth…and now only those who loved him know what that little line is worth. For it matters not, how much we own; the cars…the house…the cash, what matters is how we live and love and how we spend our dash. So think about this long and hard…are there things you’d like to change? For you never know how much time is left, that can still be rearranged. If we could just slow down enough to consider what’s true and real, and always try to understand the way other people feel.