Joseph 'Eddie' Chiasson
Born In: Whitney Pier, Nova Scotia, Canada
Born: March 11th, 1946
Passed in: Victoria Mines, Nova Scotia, Canada
Passed on: December 4th, 2011
It is with great sadness and heavy hearts that the family of Eddie Chiasson announce he set sail on his final voyage from home, surrounded by his family on Sunday, Dec. 4, 2011
Eddie was born on March 11, 1946 in Whitney Pier. He was the son of the late Edward and Elizabeth Chiasson.
Eddie sailed on the Great Lakes for 46 years spending the last 28 years with Algoma Central Marine from which he retired in May, 2010. He was a member of Holy Redeemer parish. Eddie enjoyed spending time with his wife, family and friends, also his golden retriever, Skipper, his best friend who he will meet on his journey.
Eddie had a free spirit and enjoyed riding his motorcycle and meeting many friends along the way. Eddie enjoyed his times on the ski hills snowboarding with his friends and grandchildren.
Eddie is survived by his loving wife, Marie (nee Bona), stepdaughter, Wanda MacDonald (Donald Peters) and stepson, Danny MacDonald (Charlotte Legacy); stepgrandchildren, Jeremy Mayers, Seth Peters, Dana MacDonald, Nikki MacDonald and Chevy MacDonald, to whom he was the best poppy ever; sister, Helen Tjerno (Arne); brother, David (Anne) and many aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, nephews and in-laws, too many to mention.
Besides his parents, Eddie was predeceased by his nephew, Jan Tjerno.
Visitation for Mr. Chiasson will take place at T.W. Curry Parkview Chapel on Wednesday from 1-4 p.m. Funeral mass will take place on Thursday at 11 a.m. at Holy Redeemer Church with Rev. Paul Murphy officiating.
Donations may be made to the Whitney Pier Boys & Girls Club, the Palliative Care Program CBRH or the VON.
Online condolences to www.twcurry.com.
Special thanks to the Home Palliative Care and the co-coordinators, the VON nurses, CBRH Cancer Clinic, and all the doctors and nurses for the special care Eddie was given.
Poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark:
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.
