Milo Dhanoa / no more

Shocked and saddened on hearing about the sudden demise of Milo Dhanoa.

No further details yet.

Excerpt from a message by his daughter Vaneeta Dhanoa Manhas :

Dad no words can express how much we love you. I can’t let you go yet because I still feel that you are here. I don’t know how we will recover from your passing but we know that you will be watching down on us always. The boys will miss their Nana. RIP my beloved father. I miss you so much.

 Funeral Services will be held at Riverside Funeral Hall, Delta, BC on Dec. 29th at 1:00 pm. 

4 thoughts on “Milo Dhanoa / no more

  1. Vijay Khurana

    My deepest condolences to his wife and family. There is large bunch of people who will always remember this human being !!

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  2. Vijay Khurana

    Milo was my house captain. A very warm, compassionate and terribly fair minded person. A superb athlete and an outstanding human being. I met him last in School in 2009 and we had a long and lively chat.I have pictures of him in the Chapel and I have pictures of him standing on the victory stand as a proud winner of that particular athletic event. These are all the memories he leaves behind.

    I can sense the pain of his daughter and we share her grief and that of the rest of Milo’s family.

    “I have a rendezvous with Death
    At some disputed barricade,
    When Spring comes back with rustling shade
    And apple-blossoms fill the air—
    I have a rendezvous with Death
    When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

    It may be he shall take my hand
    And lead me into his dark land
    And close my eyes and quench my breath—
    It may be I shall pass him still.
    I have a rendezvous with Death
    On some scarred slope of battered hill,
    When Spring comes round again this year
    And the first meadow-flowers appear.

    God knows ‘twere better to be deep
    Pillowed in silk and scented down,
    Where love throbs out in blissful sleep,
    Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
    Where hushed awakenings are dear…
    But I’ve a rendezvous with Death
    At midnight in some flaming town,
    When Spring trips north again this year,
    And I to my pledged word am true,
    I shall not fail that rendezvous.”

    Alan Seeger

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