Obituary for Terence Fox
Terry passed away at 89, having recently said he’d lived a good life. Born in Sheffield, Yorkshire, he loved his childhood of frog-filled bathtubs, shrapnel collections and cycling to the Derbyshire Dales. He was predeceased by his parents Agnes and Fred, his siblings Mavis Lytle, Roger Fox and Carol Henderson, his wife Margaret, and his son Charles Frederick (Fred).
After serving as an RAF paramedic in the UK and Far East, Terry married Margaret and moved to West Vancouver. Initially, he was a custodian at Gleneagles School, where he enjoyed working with the staff and students. He was part of the close-knit community that existed in Horseshoe Bay in those days.
In the late 1960s, Terry became a firefighter, work he loved. He said it was good to have a job where people were happy to see him arrive. He made many friends for life in the West Vancouver Fire Department, hunting with Clary Dickson and Dave Hawkes, and fishing with Harry Taylor. He retired as a Captain.
After retirement, Terry continued to be devoted to his wheelchair-bound son, looked after his young grandchildren, trained a string of black labs, participated in adding an extension to his house, and tended his extensive vegetable garden. He always enjoyed watching hockey and football, but in later years, when age cut down on his outdoor pursuits, he followed the Blue Jays as well.
The most important thing to Terry was his family. His children, Kelly, Sally and Fred, and his grandchildren, Julie and Ben, knew we could always count on him. On his last day, he spontaneously told a neighbour he loved his family. We don’t know how we will manage without him. We are devastated by his passing. His nieces, nephews, and relatives in England remember him fondly as well.
At Dad’s request, there will be no service, but if you are by the ocean or in the mountains, take a minute to think of him and his love of Nature.
In lieu of flowers, please consider a donation to the Lions Gate Hospital Foundation or a charity that is close to your heart.
After serving as an RAF paramedic in the UK and Far East, Terry married Margaret and moved to West Vancouver. Initially, he was a custodian at Gleneagles School, where he enjoyed working with the staff and students. He was part of the close-knit community that existed in Horseshoe Bay in those days.
In the late 1960s, Terry became a firefighter, work he loved. He said it was good to have a job where people were happy to see him arrive. He made many friends for life in the West Vancouver Fire Department, hunting with Clary Dickson and Dave Hawkes, and fishing with Harry Taylor. He retired as a Captain.
After retirement, Terry continued to be devoted to his wheelchair-bound son, looked after his young grandchildren, trained a string of black labs, participated in adding an extension to his house, and tended his extensive vegetable garden. He always enjoyed watching hockey and football, but in later years, when age cut down on his outdoor pursuits, he followed the Blue Jays as well.
The most important thing to Terry was his family. His children, Kelly, Sally and Fred, and his grandchildren, Julie and Ben, knew we could always count on him. On his last day, he spontaneously told a neighbour he loved his family. We don’t know how we will manage without him. We are devastated by his passing. His nieces, nephews, and relatives in England remember him fondly as well.
At Dad’s request, there will be no service, but if you are by the ocean or in the mountains, take a minute to think of him and his love of Nature.
In lieu of flowers, please consider a donation to the Lions Gate Hospital Foundation or a charity that is close to your heart.