Obituary of John Edward Yarshenko

Johnny passed away on Monday, April 26, 2010 in Regina, SK. He is predeceased by his parents Ed and Marg and brother Jimmy. Johnny is survived by his loving wife of 12 years, Jan; son Ryan; brother Chuck (Von), their children Lyndi, Cali, Tori and Mardi; sisters Kathy (John) Irwin and their children Krista and Mark; Carol Dean and Barry Dean and their children Jori and Paige; Joanne (Peter) Workum and numerous other relatives and friends. Johnny will always be remembered for his big heart, his big laugh, his long phone visits and his loyalty to family and friends. We will always carry Johnny Yarshenko in our hearts. Cremation. A Celebration of Life will be held at 4:00 p.m. on Thursday, June 3, 2010 at Beaver Creek Livestock Center, Lumsden, SK. Flowers gratefully declined. Friends so wishing may make donations to the Johnny Yarshenko Memorial Scholarship Fund, Box 86, Patricia, AB T0J 2K0. An online book of condolences may be signed at www.speersfuneralchapel.com The Cowboys Prayer Oh Lord, I've never lived where churches grow. I loved creation better as it stood That day You finished it so long ago And looked upon Your work and called it good. I know that others find You in the light That's sifted down through tinted window panes, And yet I seem to feel You near tonight In this dim, quiet starlight on the plains. I thank You, Lord, that I am placed so well, That You have made my freedom so complete; That I'm no slave of whistle, clock or bell, Nor weak-eyed prisoner of wall and street, Just let me live my life as I've begun And give me work that's open to the sky; Make me a pardner of the wind and sun, And I won't ask a life that's soft or high. Let me be easy on the man that's down; Let me be square and generous with all. I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in town, But never let 'em say I'm mean or small! Make me as big and open as the plains, As honest as the hawse between my knees, Clean as the wind that blows behind the rains, Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze! Forgive me, Lord, if sometimes I forget. You know about the reasons that are hid. You understand the things that gall and fret; You know me better than my mother did. Just keep an eye on all that's done and said And right me, sometimes, when I turn aside, And guide me down the long, dim trail ahead That stretches upward toward the Great Divide. - Barton Black