This memorial was created in honor of Alan Dickson Gordon Rankin of Rancho Santa Marguerita, California. Gordon was born on July 4, 1947 in Kingsville, ON, Canada and passed on May 14, 2017. Gordon was a loving father, a Buddhist, a surfer and a friend. He was an amazing human being who focused on the well-being of his daughters and his spiritual family over all things. He was always one for a good joke, laughter and guidance when people were in need. He will be remembered by the family he left behind and his large circle of friends who mourn his passing.

He is survived by his daughter Tasci Gibson and Son-in-law James Gibson of Park Ridge, Illinois as well as their two children Isabel and Riley Gibson, his Daughter Lisa Williams and her daughter Annabelle Williams of Grayslake, Illinois and his daughter Briana Rankin of Grayslake, Illinois.

At the end of his life, Gordon asked for his passing to be peaceful and surrounded by those he loved. He was patient and kind to everyone who would know him and never met a stranger. His love is forever embedded in the hearts of all that knew him and his memory is one of a full life, one full of love and friendship.

Memorial Services will be held at a future date. The family will inform everyone of this date and time to pay their final respects.

We will leave you with this poem by Robert Frost, as our father took the road less travelled and it served him well.


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.