GRIFFIN, John Stuart (Griff)
Nov. 19, 1929 – Feb. 21, 2012
Dad experienced his last moment on this earth as a resident of Ocean View Manor. Although it was not his venue of choice it is where his life’s needs could be met, and the care, compassion, humor and skills that the excellent staff persons presented helped to add quality to his final chapter.
Dad was predeceased by his father, Charles, mother, Anna, and brother, Francis. He has one remaining cousin, Connie, who resides in Nanaimo.
Dad met his loving wife, Joyce, and they married in 1951. Their family unfolded with 3 children; Rob (Theresa), Joan (Bob) and Peter (Sherry).
After exploring numerous avenues of employment Dad settled into a career in environmental health. This placed the family in Prince George in 1962 and consequently later on in Vanderhoof for the growing up years. In 1975 a transfer returned them to their beloved Vancouver Island.
Dad retired in Courtenay and threw himself into woodworking and gardening. He was a gadget kind of guy and the Lee Valley Catalogue was his Sears Wishbook. He had every imaginable device for any unseen occasion. He was also an avid reader, owning doubtlessly over three thousand books some dating back to the nineteenth century.
Upon the birth of their first grandchild Dad decided he wasn’t a “grandpa” and became a “Griff”. This handle stuck so well that it went beyond the grandchildren to other family friends and attachments.
Griff’s flock of grandchildren includes Tara, Tannis, Christopher, Kyle, Alexa and Chad. Great grandchildren are Joshua, David, Katriana, Oliver, Elise, Ben, Claire, Bria and Melia.
Mum left us in 1995. Dad carried on, but gradually his enthusiasm waned and his interest diminished. Apart from family his network was small – we so appreciate the faithful visits and check-ins from his friend Bea and Linda as well for her contributions.
Again, we cannot voice enough appreciation for the care and attention Dad received at Ocean View, Dr. Tancon, and also the third and second floor staff at St. Joseph’s where he first began his final journey.
Dad extended his good to caused he believed in; from foster children in Africa to saving the marmot, with many, many more in between. Any kindness offered to someone less fortunate would honor his memory.
You finally “fell off the twig”, Dad – and now, you’re free.