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Edgar Earl

Edgar Edward "Ted" Earl

Wednesday, May 7th, 1930 - Saturday, February 2nd, 2019
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EARL, Edgar Edward “Ted”

Born May 7, 1930 in Montreal, Quebec to Jean and Paul, brother to Paul, Isabel (Hugh) and Morgan (Wilma), passed away on Saturday, February 2, 2019 in Kingston, Ontario. He went out on Groundhog Day and surely leaves behind a very large shadow given the life he led.
Most importantly, to him, he was the father of 6 children with Mary, grandfather of 12, great-grandfather to 5 and most significant ‘Uncle’ to cousins too numerous to count. Family was everything to him. He was also a 50+ year member of Alcoholics Anonymous, having attended meetings almost daily right up to the end throughout Canada and the U.S. Along this route he effectively encouraged countless people, who, in turn, did the same. He made a believer out of most who crossed his path. Isn’t that the best measure of a life well lived?
He was a chiropractor, a salesman, a recruiter, a racehorse breeder/trainer/owner, an Olympic coach, a mentor, athlete and entrepreneur. In his last business chapter, he created a successful drug and alcohol rehab facility that catered to young adults. This became the genesis for numerous skilled practitioners who have carried on this much needed service in many ways and locations throughout the U.S. He was able and constantly willing to change lives for the better. He never did anything alone and was hugely successful in sparking the light of enthusiasm and action in everyone he knew. There will be no more chapters for Ted in this dimension, though certainly many will be written by those he’s left behind. We’d like to think he’s reuniting with Mary, Chris, Rene and a few others who have preceded him and probably cooking up his next great adventure! Oh yes – a life well lived! He will be greatly missed.
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Jocelyn Earl

Posted at 05:27pm
Dad is gone. Somehow I need to write a tribute to him and I am having such trouble. How do you sum up your father? How do you describe that relationship? Who he was to you? What he meant to you? This seems an impossible task. I don’t have the words. My Dad was many things. He had an innate ability to reinvent himself and he used it regularly. His many occupations and incarnations varied wildly and are too many to list. He had true entrepreneurial spirit. He could pick himself up, shake himself off, and start all over better than anyone I have ever met. This was a man that invented the “Go Forward” movement. A necessary talent for him. He was the life of the party. He had a zest for life that transmitted. He made things exciting. We didn’t just go for walks in the woods, we went for ADVENTURES. The kind where “you better bring a big stick in case you have to beat off alligators, and wear your billy boots in case of snakes!” All in the swamps of Rosemere! He made Christmas more magic, and boat rides more thrilling, and family time big fun. I have wonderful memories on standing on his feet while he danced me around, and I still remember how he taught us all to do the twist. While Chubby Checkers sang it, we danced it, laughing and marvelling at how exciting and cool Dad was. My Dad was generous. if he had it, and you were there, you had it too. No matter what “it’ was. Dad was a dreamer. Always thinking up the next amazing adventure/incarnation/chapter. He got up early every day to read and meditate while it was quiet, before,the rest of us were up. That always led to him making the plan for the day. The next step in the next adventure that was his life. My Dad was also challenging. He wasn’t always easy. Easy in his own skin or easy with others. Because he was “larger than life” and could have strong, powerful, emotional reactions to things, those times were made harder, I think. My Dad could be willful - while not always pleasant, this is what made him able to keep getting up when he got knocked down. But my Dad is gone and I miss him. I got to spend a lot of time with him in California. I loved visiting and taking care of him there. We would talk about recovery. it was great. We shared about our respective programs. This gave us such a cool meeting ground and a new prespective. During my last visit with Dad I was able to share about focusing on the positive and not on what was problematic and he jumped on that and immediately began doing it, and reminding the next visitors of it. I was glad it helped him. The gifts I received from my Dad were many. Some delivered by example and some by cautionary tale. They have helped shape me. And in turn helped shape my kids. And I am grateful. Grateful for all of it. When I heard Dad had died I was on my way to a beach meeting. I went anyway. I knew it was the right place to be and I knew he would agree. When I got there it was foggy. The foggiest I have ever seen it. I had some time so decided to walk the beach and absorb the news. I started off in my usual direction but felt a nudge to go the other way. So I did. As I walked I saw some guys in wet suits in the water. Perhaps lifeguards in training. They began to swim. The crawl. Away from me. Quiet, powerful strokes. Just like my Dad. They swam off, into the mist and just disappeared. Just. Quietly. Vanished. And I knew that was a message about my Dad. Dad swam off to the next shore. With powerful strokes. I think he arrived whole, hale, and hearty, full of zest and zeal, ready for the next big adventure. I love you Dad. Joc

Scott Fraser

Posted at 04:26pm
It was with great sadness that I learned of Ted's passing. I've been struggling for weeks to find the words. Ted was such a "larger than life" person that it leaves me feeling that anything that I could say would be inadequate. I'll start be saying that I already miss him very much. Although our encounters were often years apart, I always had the comfort of knowing that he was within reach and could always be counted on for his compassion and unconditional support. A couple of more recent memories......a few years ago, I drove from Las Vegas to Palm Desert to visit Ted. We chatted for a couple of hours and then I drove back to Las Vegas. Just being able to spend a couple of hours with him was worth the drive. He was always so engaging in conversation and still had that mischievous glint in his eyes when he spoke that left you feeling that there more to the story! More recently, Ted came to Langley to visit Mom while she was in care. I drove down to the Waterfront Hotel in Vancouver to pick him up and drive him out to Langley. I arrived in my dirty old landscaping pick up truck and pulled to the front of the hotel. Before the doormen could shoo me away, Ted came bounding out the lobby door in his greatcoat, slacks, dress shoes, sporting a fedora hat and trailing a splashy scarf. A grand entrance ! It left me feeling like I should have rented a Mercedes convertible ! Any encounter with Ted was a memorable experience. As we grow older, we sometimes wonder what, if any, will be our legacy. Undoubtedly, Ted's legacy will be the wonderful family he left behind and a long list of people whose lives were made better by a man with a good heart and compassionate nature. He definitely left this world a better place. Scott Fraser

Allison Earl

Posted at 06:30pm
I’m tired! This grieving business is not for the faint of heart! The other day my sister Carrie slept overnight and in the morning we were reading some of the entries to my dad’s Tribute Wall and we saw a picture of the old red Datsun pick-up truck that dad had on his rural property in Bethany, Ontario. We both conjured up a memory of being in the back of that pick-up with dad behind the wheel driving his acreage and Chris riding the tail bumper – showing off and taking his hands off while in motion - until dad hit a pothole and Chris was bounced up into the air and the whole scene of him flying over the bed of the truck and then slamming down on the tailgate with his face played out in total slow motion. That actually does happen! We yelled at dad to stop the truck. He did and Chris landed on his feet holding the back of the truck, and without saying a word, slowly walked around the side of the truck, opened the passenger side door and got into the truck. And my dad started it up and kept going. And my sister and I howled with laughter. Chris recovered and probably never tried that stunt again. But that was life with us. We laugh every time we recall that memory. I’m grateful to my dad – and my mom – that having a large family – was top priority for them. And they succeeded! And I get to be a part of that big, noisy, safe gang of people who I know will always have my back. And I theirs. That’s the first thing I think of when I think of my dad. And if I was to have to describe him in one word it would be unstoppable. He was unstoppable in his years of drinking and caused so much chaos and upset. He was wild without alcohol. So put them together and the results were often cataclysmic! But he stopped when I was about 7 through divine intervention and he put his unstoppable energy level to work making his visions come true. My relationship with him was so much more than that of father/daughter. I was, for many years, his business partner. We ran a recruitment firm together (and I loved calling myself a head-hunter in a male-dominated industry back in the day!) and then built a residential addiction rehab. for young adults in the U.S. in our 2nd joint business endeavour. In between he left Canada to pursue his passion in the racehorse business. He was unstoppable in that as well! He went from quarter horses and miniatures, to racing thoroughbreds. He was involved in training, breeding, racing and selling racehorse syndicates. There was nothing common about how he went about producing results to make his dreams come true. Being in business with someone like that can be, and was, often very trying and frustrating. But it was never dull! And the strength and self-confidence that I developed over the years of working with him is immeasurable. His trust in me was absolute. His faith unwavering. Although there was plenty of times I didn’t feel equipped for the task he was bestowing on me, he never gave me any doubt that I was capable of anything and everything! And I saw him model the exact same faith in many others along the way. For so many people, being around my dad was like the fun and excitement of being at an amusement park. Fun and exciting and sometimes it left you breathless and kind of nauseous. But it was memorable excitement you wanted to be around. Of course there were lows and I learned many things about myself and life through those as well. Probably more than anything what I treasure the most about my relationship with my dad was that we developed a language with each other that was clear and genuine. And so I say, clearly and genuinely, he was a great dad, a giant of a business man and one whose life lessons have shaped how I treat myself and others. He will be missed but I will be keeping a big part of him going as I live and breathe. Allison Earl

Tom Earl

Posted at 12:29pm
The day before my dad died I was at an early morning AA meeting with my friend and about a dozen people I'd never met but with whom I knew I was safe to talk about my true feelings. I shared that my dad was nearing death and that in truth I was having somewhat ambiguous feelings about it, having had a somewhat complex and at one time fractious relationship with him. I loved my dad but sometimes didn't much like him and didn't approve of him. I know that says more about me than him but I'm trying to speak honestly here. As I was in the process, the next morning, of calling and texting people to let them know what had happened I began to have waves of emotion and tears as people were responding with such love and support. I was worn out first thing in the morning. A few days have passed since then and I've been reminded as I see tributes coming in from so many of the people whose lives my dad touched in meaningful ways, that my experience with my dad was just that, my own. As I write this I am at the house in Indio, Cal. where my dad spent winters for the last few years. I am doing the service work of cleaning up and clearing out to hopefully pass this house along to the next person.My dad was supposed to be coming here with me and my son, Aaron, on this trip but he fell ill and couldn't make the trip. My son is acting as the representative for my family, supporting me as I work through my feelings around this. For a lot of my life I was insistent that I was very different from my dad and perhaps I am, but I'm beginning to see that some of the ways, maybe most of them, in which I try to conduct myself in the world are things I learned or inherited from my dad. I watched as he modeled courage and generosity and love. For about the first half of my life so far I felt like I'd never really had a father/son relationship with him and when, approaching my mid-thirties, I decided to tell him about my feelings about it, he was so much more gracious than I expected. He just listened to my rant and never once made excuses or justifications. For me, it felt like I had a father for the first time.Since then we've grown our relationship and although I've often fallen short in the ideals I've set for my own attitudes and actions I know he was proud of the man I've become and I'm beginning to see, better late than never, that it was not in spite of, but perhaps thanks to him that I've been able to become that man. I love my dad and I'll miss him. Tom (Tommy)

David Scholefield

Posted at 06:38pm
The last time I saw The Earl Family was over 40 years ago, although I did recently re-connect with Tom. Their home was the neighborhood hangout - we were always welcome. It was the place we all told our parents we were going to. Mary Earl ran the place and “Mr. Earl” set the tone - engaging, positive, attentive, understanding and fair (but also firm when needed). These were all traits we needed as fresh faced (ok pimply) kids growing up in the 60’s in Montreal. It was a grounding for many of us. Who knew this was to be one of Mr. Earl’s strongest skill sets later in life - providing assistance, support and direction to those who need it. The hole in your hearts will hopefully, eventually, be patched up by some of the warmth, love and respect that many have for your father/grand-father and great grand-father. David Scholefield

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Photo courtesy of Wilma Perry
This was at Joci's wedding. I imagine Ted was in his glory to have the whole family there.