Born March 24, 1936 - Passed November 15, 2020
Born to Grace Elizabeth French, he was her pride and joy, her little boy. He met the love of his life, Marjorie, in Toronto. They would go on to be married for 61 years. Having 3 girls: Cynthia Elizabeth, Stephanie Patricia, Angela Doris. Mom and Dad would have two babies that did not live, one a boy lost at 7 months, and a girl named Marjorie who lived for only one hour. Her father carried the small casket to the grave to bury her, as her mother was sick in the hospital.
They would move from Toronto to BC in 1969 to raise their children. It would be in BC that they would have their last baby, Angela Doris. British Columbia was also the place dad considered one of the most beautiful provinces
Dad had a love for wildlife, bears, eagles, birds of all kinds, teaching his girls about the outdoors. He loved trains and always said he would have loved to be an engineer.
Remember Dad watching Mutual of Omaha and Jacques Cousteau, opening our world to outside adventures and conservation. His love for adventure was passed down to his girls.
In later years Dad struggled with his health but this man had the strength of 10 men and 9 lives. We came close to losing him a couple of times, but he wasn’t going to go so easy. With years getting on and time past Dad would always have fresh flowers for his Marjorie. When he could no longer get out to buy them, he would send someone else.
Their hearts were always for Kelowna, where they would retire and live for 11 years. They would hike the trestles and visit the sights over and over. While walking the trestle, Dad would talk about how he had traveled over these very ones when he was 11 years old by himself to live in Toronto.
Some of Dad’s favourite places to eat were Old Spaghetti Factory and Swiss Chalet. He always enjoyed when his family would come to visit.
Dad would talk a lot about his memories to Mom: the many camping trips with the girls to Disneyland and Golder Ears Alouette Lake, how he helped blow up the guard shed at the dump as a young boy “of course with his friends”
One summer in Jasper because Dad was an avid outdoor lover and amateur camera buff his run in with a grizzly bear and the desire to capture that photo put him into a marathon sprint to the camper as his family was yelling “Run faster!”. Mom would hold the door open as Dad took flight, launching himself into safety. Thank goodness that was only the cub.
If Dad had one sad moment it was his Mom. He loved his Mom as she chose to keep him in an era when mothers gave their unplanned babies up for adoption. Mom and Dad would move to BC so they could become a family. Grandma would almost come to live with his growing family almost every weekend, attending parades, camping, traveling. Losing his Mom at 74 was devastating for Dad. He struggled with feelings of never having done enough
As his health started to fail, Dad would require almost bi-weekly blood transfusions. But in the last 1 ½ years, Dad enjoyed his almost daily trips to McDonalds for ice cream and visits to the grocery store for his sausage rolls.
Dad was growing tired and would talk often about going to the third heaven where he would see his Mom and babies. He couldn’t wait to be free of the needles. He didn’t want to leave the love of his life. But last couple months he made friends with squirrels and birds just outside his living room window. He was able to find a peace that would comfort him and take him home.
George will be remembered during a private family memorial held on Saturday November 21, 2020 at 10:30 am in the Ft. Langley Lions Hall.
A live stream of the memorial can be viewed at https://fb.watch/1_TunHXvbA/
Donations in memory of George can be given to the Canadian Blood Services
Rest my good and faithful servant...