Tracey Burnage (Daughter)

Entered February 22, 2020

I miss you very much already! My world feels empty without you in it.

I am trying to find comfort, knowing your long trial of pain and suffering is over. It broke my heart to see you hurting so much.

The weather has been quite sunny and I like to think it's because you are now free and soaring high in the sky with mum by your side again.

You were a great dad who always worked hard for his family. I especially loved our sledging (tobogganing) rides at Popes Meadow as a child and then buying fish and chips afterwards.

Rest easy now my lovely dad! I will love you forever. I am so proud when I hear how many people say what a lovely man you were. A gentle man. May God bless you and keep you close. I look forward to seeing you in Heaven one day!

Love your dedicated daughter, Tracey
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Kathleen, Alan, Lisa, Shannon and James (Brother in law, great uncle)

Entered February 23, 2020 from DUNSTABLE, England

We have all been thinking of you, such a sad time but he had a happy life. With all our love, Kathleen, Alan and all the family in Dunstable, England xxx

Andrew Whittemore (Paramedic)

Entered February 23, 2020 from Innisfil

I was fortunate to have had the opportunity to work with Vic back in 1984 when I started my career with Toronto EMS. As a new young kid I can tell you I was not always treated respectfully by some senior medics. Vic however was always so nice to me and was keen to help me learn the job. He often had little anecdotes and I loved his stories. He treated his patients like they were family. When I would phone scheduling prior to my shift and was told my partner for the day was Vic, I knew it was going to be a fun day. I'm sad to hear of his passing. They say only the good die young but that's not the case here. A wonderful man!! My condolences to his family and friends.

Steve Ryan (49 Station colleague)

Entered February 23, 2020 from Toronto

Always the perfect gentleman . Glad to have known him . A remarkable age to have been reached .

Neal Pedder (Son)

Entered February 23, 2020 from Brockville

You had a set of values that you set for yourself that you passed down to Tracey and myself.
I will miss your generous funny self. I know where I get my silly side from. You were a man who was determined to do better for themselves and you accomplished that.
Teaching me football from when I could just walk, right through my late teens, thank you.
Many parents would not encourage their sons to ride a motorcycle but you were right there cheering me on, to the fact that you even got your motorbike license here in Canada with me.
Dads old stories, he would tell us stories of his childhood, being brought up in the war must have been hard, with two brothers in the 2nd world war and dad and his younger brother Stan not in it, they had many old stories to tell, I will miss those times.
I call you the six million man, you lived to a great age. love Neal

We will be adding some memorable stories about my dad's life over the next few weeks, that we could not include in our tributes at his Memorial Service on Mar 2/20.

If you have your own story to share about my dad, please do so here. We will review, just for security purposes then post online for you.

My dad made his own sledge (toboggan) out of wood and it had metal runners. It was the fastest thing ever made! He used to take Neal and I up the Dunstable Downs or to Pope's Meadow in Luton. When we flew down the hill we would yell "Geronimo!", or "Gang Way", to warn others in our path they better move fast! One time, we were going so fast that dad had to stick his heels into the ground, or we would have gone right into the road at the bottom! Another time in Canada, dad had gone down a steep hill and there was a river at the bottom. When we didn't see him for a while, Neal went running to look and found dad leaning over the icy water trying to rescue his precious sledge! Everyone got home safe, and I'm glad to say that Neal still has the sledge at his house. Perhaps it might be a museum piece one day!

Another highlight of these adventures was getting fish and chips wrapped in newspaper and smelling them all the way home. Heaven!

Dad the Lumberjack! At our first house in Canada, there were about 5 very large Poplar trees, that were much too big for our garden. So dad decided he was going to cut most of them down himself. Not using a chainsaw, but a handsaw! Day by day, branch by branch, he cut them down. Dad must have been a cat with nine lives, because I'm sure he had a few close calls with a large bough swinging down and almost taking him out! Each day after school, Neal and I had to help to cut up the smalller branches and wrap them in neat piles. What about the large roots you might say! Well, dad dug a great big hole down and around the bottom as far as he could. Then he tied one end of a rope to his car and one around the tree trunk. With some help from us all he got it out! And of course, some of this was captured on video, making it look like dad was actually pulling it out of the ground by himself!