11/26/2025
On November 23rd, my father, Burt Harding, slipped peacefully out of his body. A dear friend was sitting beside him and gently held the phone to his ear so he could hear my voice. I’m so grateful he could feel my presence in those final moments.
As I write this, my heart is tender and full. I feel such deep sadness, and yet there is a quiet knowing inside me that he is free—dancing, laughing, and playing like the joyful child he always carried within him.
My dad loved life with his whole being. He wanted everyone to feel the beauty and simplicity of love, just as he did. I’m so grateful he is my father. Even though distance kept us apart for many years, now I feel him with me all the time—closer than ever.
I’ve learned that grief is the final gift our loved ones leave us. It reminds us just how much our hearts can hold. Even as mine breaks, it breaks open, making more room for love.
To all of you who sent messages, please know how much they meant to him. I read them to him, and he felt your love—every word, every blessing. It touched him deeply.
A message from one of Burt's friends who live in Vancouver:
Please join us in celebrating and honoring our beloved friend Burt Harding, on December 13th at 1:00 p.m., at 1948 West 2nd Ave, Vancouver.
This gathering will be a simple, heartfelt space to come together, and share in the essence of Burt. We’ll have photos, his writings, and memorabilia from his life, as well as playing his Satsangs.
Together, we’ll remember Burt’s wisdom, warmth, and the countless ways he touched our lives. Please contact Candise if you are available to join. Candiselp@gmail.com
778-998-3647