Lori Ann Comeau
April 25, 2022 3:23 PM
I remembered my Dad and the blanket of love over his family along with his courage to move forward with compassion and care when loss arrived and his life changed. There are so many moments of water fights, butter fights as birthdays were celebrated by family and neighbours. It is to remember his joy of preparing a BBQ for those who dropped in for chat; his seriousness as much as his smile, and his marvel of the Echo Dot and his ease of bellowing out "Blueberry Hill' and asking Alexia the temperature, or the news. His legacy lives with love and light, where, his grandchildren, Noah and Dinah remember his interest in Family Feud, and got to know Bob Barker and the Price Is Right through You Tube, or his love of Tim Horten's chicken wrap after their riding or hockey game. I was so grateful for the moments to share during the last chapter of his life, as he fought so courageously to remain in this life with his family. We have moments at Ashbridge's Bay, Cherry Street Beach, Riverdale Park, and Bowmore. I learned my favourite house in East Toronto was the house my parents' bid on when they first married. I learned of the excitement and details leading to my parent's City Hall marriage as we sipped coffee on January 4, 2022 at Langley Avenue. Stories were shared at the homes, their first homes on Simpson Avenue, and Connaught Avenue, with whimsical thoughts of being in his home of 60 years. Happily these stories were shared and are now remembered with his legacy so the family roots move forward with hope and love as each day begins. Moments are counted in seconds, and the moments we have with Dad, Harlan, Bud, and Uncle Bud will sustain as we cope with the loss of you. We love you. We are grateful to take the moments with you.
Michele and Bernice comeau
April 23, 2022 7:42 PM
He was a caring wonderful man who will be missed dearly. Harlan and I would sit for ours and talk about Nova Scotia Or Mexico he would tell mom and I how he would drive up into the mountains to by his souvenirs and visit with the people. I also enjoyed hearing his stories about when he worked for the TTC some were quite funny especially the way he would tell them mom and I would laugh. Mom
will miss the times when they would go to Tim’s grab there coffees and go to the beach rain or shine and watch the dogs running around or just talking and enjoying each other’s company. In the summers they would go camping or to Belleville with Harlan jr to visit my mothers parents they thought the world of Harlan and Harlan jr and were always happy to see them. Harlan I can’t thank you enough for all the advice you have given me over the years I will miss all the long talks we would have on weekends over a beer or 2 and the Christmas‘s that I shared with you mom and Harlan jr. On Connaught and the apartment they were a lot of fun. Mom and I will always love you and you will always remain in our hearts now and always your in the arms of an angel god bless xoxo
Lori Ann Comeau
April 21, 2022 6:42 PM
He was a man dedicated to his family. He was fearless when he made the leap to the unknown, and relocated to Toronto after leaving his hometown of Joggins, NS. He arrived in the city, working at CN. He met my mother at Riverdale Park. She lived on Riverdale Avenue, and he lived on Langley Avenue. One day, he had the courage to knock on the door, and my Grandfather, Murray McCullough, opened the door. Dad asked at 20 years old, "May I see you daughter?”(as Dad didn't know her name at the time). Grandpa replied, "I have 5 daughters, which one do you wish to see?" Dad walked away, likely, wondering what to do next. Clearly, he found a way to connect with Phyllis as their love brought them together, having two children: Harlan and I until her death.
He was committed and responsible as he cared for his family, and moreso, when he likely did not have the emotional energy nor effort to do so as he mourned the loss of his beloved wife. He woke at 4 am in the morning, and was the first subway out of the Greenwood yard. There were times I would meet up with him at Coxwell subway station, either I brought him lunch, or him having a treat for me as I jumped off at Greenwood to attend high school.
Christmas was cherished in our home. “The bigger the tree, Lori Ann, the more presents you get!,” Dad would encourage me as we spent time looking for a tree. I was focused on having the largest tree, which the cold seeped in, and I was happy to return to our orange VW beetle for warmth. The trees would have to be nailed to the floor in our dining room on Connaught Avenue.
It was a gift to have Dad live with us this past year. I was able to witness his joy at sharing time at his cherished spots in Toronto, and milestones in his life as a husband and father.
On January 4, 2022, we drove to his first home on Langley Avenue, where we shared coffee and he told me of the excitement of Mom arriving for them to get married in the City Hall. They celebrated at a restaurant on the south west corner of Gerrard and Broadview, meeting up with her sisters to celebrate. The next day, they traveled to Niagara Falls to begin their life adventure together.
I will share more in the coming days, as I collect my thoughts and memories of a well loved life.
My last visit with Dad was on April 9th. We laughed and remembered our life together, or family adventures, and the fun camping trips. I expressed my gratitude for his commitment to Harlan and I, and his unwavering courage to raise a special son. As I left him, he called out his love, and reminded me, “watch your driving, Lori Ann. The roads will be heavy on your return home.” He marveled that I have been driving for over 30 years. He loved listening to 680 News, which the kids and I both giggle as we turn to the station when there is traffic on either the 401 or DVP. We believe that Dad or GrandDad is with us.
The emotion comes waves that week. I feel an era has ended and the family tree has shifted. I take comfort that his legacy lives on with love and light.