It is with extreme sadness that we announce the passing of Harley Beauregard on July 18, 2025, at the age of 75. He is survived by his loving wife, Gail with whom he shared 52 loving years of marriage; Children Dana Beauregard (Mark) and Troy Beauregard (Lisa); Siblings Joan Snider, Lance Beauregard, Kelly Beauregard (Trudy), Angel Connolly (Stan) and Gwen Hills (Dave); Grandchildren Tristan Mazurek, Makayla Richardson, Kennedy Beauregard and Jackson Beauregard.

Harley was born in Kikino, AB on October 1, 1949. Harley worked for 30 years with the City of St. Albert Public Works department and retired in 2007.

The family wish to extend a sincere thanks to the medical team in the intensive care unit and the vascular surgery team at Grey Nuns for their extremely passionate care of Harley and family.

In lieu of flowers the family asks for donations to be given to The Royal Canadian Legion St. Albert Branch 271 Sports Account.

A celebration of Life was held on July 28th at St. Albert Legion Branch 271 at 6 Tache Street in St. Albert.

The Eulogy read at the Celebration is shared by the family:

Hello Everyone,

Our family would like to thank you all for coming together to help us celebrate the life of Harley Beauregard, my dad.

To busy livin’…to even worry about dyin’, 

I can’t think of another phrase that better sums up dad.  In fact, with the flooding of memories that have come up I really think he found a way to fit way more than 75 years of memories into the time he spent with us.

Those that knew my dad best and even those who didn’t…knew that when dad was committed to anything it was full throttle…from hot rodding in the 70’s to pursuing and settling down with my mother…from raising us kids to watching us graduate and raising families of our own…from his first day of work to his retirement…in any and all sports he participated dad gave his all to everything he was passionate about.

Dad was a busy man…not busy as in he didn’t have time for you…but busy as in he’ll make time for you…he would fill his day to the max just to fit it all in…he found comfort in doing everything…he did take the odd moment to pause…reflect….breathe…but dad was a man of action and often seemed like he was itching to get to the next event or place…”Come on. Let’s go.” he’d often yell out to mom even though she was the one that spent the last few days preparing the camper for our weekend away while dad tossed in the last few things and made sure everything was secure. When we got to our campsite wherever it was for that weekend…dad would scurry around to get everything set up just as it should be…and then and only then would he be ready to relax and ready for a drink…we camped at a lot of places and were certainly the weekend warriors of the summer but PJ Plaza at Muriel Lake was my dad’s favorite camping spot and every July long weekend we would drive out there to see everyone…what started out as a few friends cutting in on one property eventually became three lakefront properties. This place that was our home for the July long weekend or a good 10 days if we were lucky enough was a place that made my dad smile…it made him laugh…it made him tap his toes…it made him dance. I could go on for days with memories of our time at Muriel Lake.   And as luck should have it…this is where my dad was fortunate enough to spend some of his final days.  In his favorite camping place.

Dad was a family man…his meaning of family started early…born in Kikino, AB his family moved to Edmonton before dad started school…years of playing with siblings and cousins led to the bond he formed with his family…I guess dad was a troublemaker getting into mischief with his siblings more than a couple times…from playing on conveyor belts…to catching chickens on the way home from school dad, uncle Kelly and aunty Angel were always doing things together.

Aunt Angel helped me with the details of one of these moments that always continued to come up from when dad was young.  Dad, Uncle Kelly and Aunt Angel used to walk down to the restaurant by the grocery store close to where they lived.  This time they had ordered fries as they usually did…and Uncle Kelly kept stealing dads fries even though he had some of his own…well dad had had enough and told Uncle Kelly reach for another one and I’ll stab you with my fork…well Uncle reached for another fry…and well, dad stayed true to his word…Uncle Kelly might just be able to show you exactly where that fork hit.

Family for dad wasn’t just his parents and siblings or his wife and his children…the title family for dad extended to the people he held close to his heart…his tribe I might call it.  You see my sister and I grew up knowing his friends to be our extra uncles and aunts and they treated us as such…taking us under their wing and treating us just the way dad would.  Looking out for us just the way dad would.  And later in life…listening to us a lot better than dad would.   

We celebrated each holiday with both sides of the family and we had cousins that were around so much when we were young they felt more like brothers and sisters and dad treated them as such.  One year we had 26 people for Christmas dinner. The table stretched from the dining room into the living room almost touching the Christmas tree.  Gatherings were always full of relatives, extended family and friends.

Being a grandfather came naturally to my dad and he glowed when each of his grandchildren were born.  There are 4 of them.  He had a unique bond with each of them.  I remember him teaching Tristan, my nephew, almost everything…Makayla, my niece, continues his hobby of crafting…he loved to dance with my daughter Kennedy and with my son Jackson he would play Magic the Gathering for hours.

Dad was a story teller…Anyone who knew my dad…knew he loved to tell stories…whatever his latest adventure was, fishing, golf, his latest trip to palm springs, he would tell you about every single moment in detail. Dad loved a new audience, and it only took one new person for him to retell a story even if the other people present had heard it ten times over.  It was one of his quirks…and we’d give anything to hear any of those stories again.

Dad loved music and loved to dance…Dad and mom were always the first on the dance floor regardless of the setting…people seemed to be in awe at the way they floated around the dance floor.  Dad taught dancing in high school and was always a lover of what he considered great music, Country.  So you’ll hear plenty of that today as the playlist rotates.  Dad was always up for listening to a session of pickin’ and a grinnin’.  Dad’s love of country music was shared by most of our family and those that didn’t love it either tolerated it politely or joked with him about it.  Mom remembers my cousin Trent telling my dad his truck was broke because each time he hopped in the passenger seat CISN country was on the radio.  Dad could have been considered a groupie when his friends were playing at a venue or Muriel Lake, often found bopping to the tunes with a drink in hand.

My dad worked to live and not the other way around.  Dad was an extremely hard worker with an incredible work ethic and although he was off work at 4:00 and promptly home by 4:07 most days, he always put in a full day’s work and then some. Through his 30 year career with the City of St. Albert Public Works he worked in multiple departments…starting with working on a garbage truck, then building maintenance, he retired from the city in 2007 while working in the water and sewer department as a foreman…my dad loved working for the city…he had lifelong friends from the City…he played ball with some of his co-workers from the City…he participated in almost every social activity the City hosted including raft races, funspeils, golf tournaments and corporate challenge…even years after he retired mom and dad would still get their tickets for the annual social club Christmas party and dance the night away. Keeping busy dad even went back to school after he retired to learn small engine repair and worked for my Uncle Dave keeping everything with an engine running in tip top shape.

Dad made our house a home…40 Arlington Drive was the first house Dad and mom owned and they bought it in 1983.  That house became our home for the next couple decades. Each year brought about some sort of renovation or improvement and well our dad tackled them all.  When it comes to handy work some dads are good at this and some dads are good at that…our dad…was good at everything…a jack of all trades…master of none…dad got things done for our family…if it needed fixing he fixed it…and if it needed fixing again…he’d fixed it again.  He was our builder…our plumber, our electrician and even our auto mechanic. Those that knew that house knew it well and saw how it grew with us…dad modified each part of the house to suit our family…the kitchen for mom…the back yard for him…our bedrooms for each of us and the games room for everyone. That house was filled with love and great memories, I wish I could share them all. It was an inviting home and quite often we would have an impromptu guest for dinner and mom would just set out an extra plate. The door was always open at the Arlington Drive home in fact we were known for it.  Regular friends didn’t knock….they just walked right in like they belonged there…cause they did.  We had many homes away from home and dad’s life brought us to these places…our camper was our first home away from home and regardless of where that 8 foot house on wheels was parked we called it home…this included the ball diamonds that we spent our summers at.

Dad was our teacher…sharing his knowledge of everything even if it was wrong.  With a tool belt on his waist and a hammer in his hand the do-it yourselfer began teaching my sister and I the ways of doing-it-yourself…there wasn’t a home project and there were many, that didn’t have each of our hands on it and in each project was a lesson. Dad was a thorough taskman, often scribbling his project on a scrap piece of paper or a napkin if that’s what was around…he loved to draw his projects and most of them came to life exactly how he pictured them. 

Dad was our coach, everyone’s coach in fact…from dancing to tying knots to filleting a fish and yes of course bowling dad would coach anyone through anything…he wanted to share every bit of knowledge he had even to strangers.  I remember him helping anyone that walked into a bowling alley pick out the right fitting ball and then teach them how to stand with it and swing the ball and co-ordinate that with the 4 or 5 steps they needed to get to the foul line. He loved coaching bowling and coached teams all the way to Nationals…and well I had the privilege to have him stand behind me on the lanes for my entire bowling career…during the time while he was coaching me and getting me around to all of my tournaments he sacrificed his livin’ for mine…and he wouldn’t have had it any other way…from when I was 7 he encouraged me to be the best I could be at a sport we both loved and his disciplined way of coaching got us both that 1996 YBC National Gold Medal.

Dad was a sports enthusiast…an outdoors enthusiast not only did he spend boxing day through new years day each year watching every single college football game yelling at the TV like he was on the field with them he also cheered his favorite teams, the Oilers, The Toronto Blue Jays, the Elks and The Dallas Cowboys through each of their seasons. You’d think his TV was stuck on those sports channels.  His passion for sports came from playing them all. He played football and hockey when he was younger.  Through the summers he spent with us he was either camping, fishing or golfing…and in the fall hunting.  Dad provided for our family through his ability to hunt and fish and loved sharing a good hunting story from back in the day.  Naturally he found himself volunteering for outdoor ed for both my sister and I in junior high, assisting each of us in building our first lean-too and teaching us the ways of living outdoors better than the teacher could.

Darts, as most of you know played a significant part in his life through the winter, participating in two regular leagues, numerous fun tournaments. Dad’s competitive side shined through his love of darts. Each year he would put together a team or three to compete in the Legion dart tournaments.

Dad was crazy active right up until his final days.  At 75 years old he was still at the gym 5 days a week, had 2 standing tee times a week and golfed more when he could, went to bingo every Tuesday, cards with friends any day of the week he could fit it in, Euchre on Fridays, Meat Draws on Friday and Saturdays and somehow still found time to get to the casino, another pass time dad thoroughly enjoyed. He filled the rest of his time through the summer fussing over his lawn, fixing any imperfection that might try and show through.  He was considered the snow angel in his neighborhood, clearing his driveway and the sidewalks of Springfield Crescent in the winter.  He volunteered regularly in this legion selling tickets at Meat draws and assisted with seasonal maintenance like sweeping the parking lot each spring…he was hoping to help in the summer beer gardens and even got his proserve certificate recently although he never got to use it.  Even with this full schedule dad would still be the first to offer up any unfilled hour he had to help a friend or family member with a task. 

I am certain that many of you have heard of my dads time spent fishing and golfing in Ontario.  Talk about fishing stories…for the past many years August and more recently the last bit of July as well Dad and mom took off to Atikokan to spend the last part of the summer fishing, golfing and enjoying time with his sister Joan and brother Lance and the rest of the family out that way.  Dad was a part of something out there.  Concocted in a garage over more than a few libations dad and Cousin Jesse with the help of a few others came up with an idea…a tournament that ran just this past weekend called Fins and Skins…fishing in the morning and golfing in the afternoon…this is called the perfect kind of tournament for those that participated and Dad helped it come alive, in fact going forward there will be a memorial trophy made in his honor.

I could have included plenty more of what my dad was to both his family and friends. His life was so full it’s impossible to cover it all.

Dad will be remembered and missed for the rest of our lives however we know dad is at peace and we are at peace knowing how full his life was and that he was too busy livin’.