It is with great sadness that we announce the sudden passing of Julius Butty, at Hamilton General Hospital Intensive Care Unit on April 22, 2021. The family extends its gratitude and appreciation to the 3rd floor South ICU doctors and nurses for their exceptional care. A huge thank you goes out to family and friends for their support and love during this difficult time. Julius was born on May 15, 1959 in Hamilton, Ontario into a closely-knit Hungarian family. Julius was predeceased by his parents, Leslie (2001) and Anna (2005) and by his brother, John (Alexandra) in 2020.
He will be dearly missed by his beloved partner, Ruth, his sisters Eta (George) and Mary, and his brothers Leslie (Debbie) George (Eva) and Frank (Marg).
He was much-loved uncle to Anthony, (Claudia), Stephen and Nicholas, Brianna (James) Alicia (Peter) Alexis (Josh) Cierra (Matt), William, Andrew and Nick. He was Stepfather to Madi (Derek) and Jackie and Papa Julius to grandchildren, Kingston and Laughlin. Julius was born and lived in Hamilton and received a P.Eng. (1983) and an M.B.A. (1991) from McMaster University. In 1988, he joined the staff of G.L. Tiley &Associates and never looked back. As Managing Director, he helped expand the company which now provides engineering services to mining and mining consultant companies in Canada, USA, South America, Europe, Africa, and the Middle East.
Julius was a man of many talents and interests. He relished the times he spent with his brother, George, racing their corvette at local racetracks and mountain biking Hamilton trails. Julius enjoyed international travel for business and pleasure and loved all the performing arts. He spent many hours with Jackie, helping with her horses and enjoyed pool time with Madi and grandchildren. If something was broken, you could always count on Julius to fix it. He was an amazing handyman – he could repair or maintain anything.
Julius was loved by all who knew him. His cheery smile, wit, twinkling eyes and love of gab enriched our lives – he will live on in our hearts, always.
Cremation has taken place. A Celebration of Life will be announced at a later date. In lieu of flowers, sympathy may be expressed through memorial donation to the Hamilton General Hospital 3rd floor south ICU and would be greatly appreciated. Please send a cheque payable to Eva Butty, Post Office Box 81176 Fiddlers Green, Ancaster ON L9G 4X2.
Passed away at West Lincoln Memorial Hospital on April 10, 2021 in her 46th year. Beloved wife of Paul. Loving mother to Cameron, Benjamin, Emiley and Evan. Charmaine will also be missed by her friends and Papa Joe and Uncle Joey. Cremation has taken place. A service will be held at a later date. In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to email@example.com (which will be given to Charmaine’s favorite charity).
She fought cancer at just the age of 14, had one lung that was deflated, had her spleen removed in 2020, diagnosed with breast cancer at 30, battled infections everywhere and blood clots on her lungs. She was even visiting the hospitals three times a week for blood transfusions and many tests.
On April 8th, 2021 she had her gallbladder removed and was sent home the next day. Overnight blood clots had travelled up to her upper lungs and blocked her airway which led to her passing away Saturday April 10th. Charmaine fought a long hard battle her whole life and always puts everyone else’s needs before hers even when she was at her lowest.
Charmaine now joins her dad and nana in heaven with no more suffering. Her memories will never be forgotten, and she will always be with us. We love you so much Mom and we will miss you every second of the day. May you rest in piece our beautiful angel you have now gained your wings…
Passed away at Hamilton General Hospital on April 20, 2021 in his 57th year. Sadly, missed by wife Valerie. Beloved son of Leo and Dianne. Loving father to Alex. Caring brother to Wendell (Sirkka-Maija), Wanda (Alex), Chris (Dahlia), Debbie (Ed). Warren will also by missed by sisters-in-law Wendy and Julie as well as many nieces and nephews and his best friend Kevin. He was an honourary member of the Dundas District Civitan Club. Warren was grateful to have received a Kidney last year. Donations, in memory, can be made to The Kidney Foundation of Canada. Please consider registering to become an organ and tissue donor. Cremation has taken place. In honouring Warren’s wishes, there will be no service.
After years of struggling with many medical issues, he is finally at peace.
It is with immeasurable sadness that we announce the death of our beloved father and grandfather, Marvin Daw Sr., on Tuesday, April 13, 2021 at the age of 75. Marvin passed away peacefully, in the presence of family, on his own terms. He fought a valiant battle with cancer, and we find peace in knowing that he is now free of pain.
Marvin is survived by his four children- Jacqueline, Brad (Penny), Kim (Vince), and Marvin Jr. He will be lovingly remembered by his nine grandchildren- Courtney (Yashod), Katie (Steve), Talize (Robert), Marcie, Jessica (Brent), Brent (Olivia), Heather (Matthew), Kiara and Liam, as well as his seven great-grandchildren. He is also survived by several siblings- Terry (Chris), Bob (Wendy), Cheryl (Kevin), Rick, Lesa (Ron) and Angie (John), as well as his sister-in-law Mary Ann. Marvin was a much-loved uncle to many nieces and nephews.
Marvin was predeceased by his parents, Margaret and Kitchener Daw, as well as two of his brothers, Doug and Kenny. Margaret was born in Blue Bell, New Brunswick and Kitchener was born in Dundas. Knowing that Marvin is reunited with his parents and brothers helps make the pain of his loss a little more bearable for his family.
Known as Marv to those who knew and loved him, Marvin was a very unique individual. His goofy, mischievous personality will be remembered by all those who knew him. He loved a good party, old school country music and all things sports. Food was a way of life for him. Marvin spent his final night having a pizza party and watching a Leafs game with two of his granddaughters.
Born in London, Ontario, Marvin was a tradesman, with certifications in both crane operating and welding. He spent much of his career working as a crane operator in various scrapyards, as well as at Dofasco. As a welder, Marvin helped construct the Calgary Saddledome. No matter where he worked, he was a beloved member of the staff. He spent several years helping coach hockey and was a devoted Leafs fan.
Visitation will be at Turner Family Funeral Home in Dundas on Sunday, April 18 from 12 until 1 p.m. Funeral will follow immediately after. Due to covid restrictions, funeral will be for immediate family members only. Please register for visitation through the link found on the funeral home website. In lieu of flowers, donations to Canadian Tire JumpStart Foundation would be greatly appreciated.
We cannot put into words how much we will miss our father and grandfather, as there are no words in the English language to describe our loss. We will never forget how lucky we were to have him in our lives. Yuk-a-ma-ki
Born July 6, 1929 in Dublin, Ireland. Died April 11, 2021, in Dundas, Ontario.
With the end of his life merely days away, and Kidney Failure taking what was left after Alzheimers had robbed him of so much, Paddy McGran was asked a simple question: Do you know what day it is?
His answer? “Today is the happiest day of the year.”
That he offered a cheerful, optimistic, make everyone feel-good answer is no surprise to anyone that knew my father. I can’t remember as much as a frown on his face. He was always cheerful, always optimistic, always happy to help and keen to know what was going on in your life.
He was Paddy to most, Padraig to plenty, Pappy or Nandad to his grandchildren, and of course Dad. He was many things to many people.
Patrick McGran died Sunday at the age of 91, survived by his wife of nearly 70 years, Eveleen, and by his daughter, Audrey, his son-in-law Dave, and his son, Kevin.
He is predeceased by his oldest son, Noel, and first-born daughter, Nuala.
He has six grandchildren (James, Megan, David, Jason, Ellen and Shauna) and seven great-grandchildren (Tyler, Chase, Sapphire, Saya, Mira, Conor and Carson).
Born in Dublin, Ireland, on July 6, 1929, the oldest of nine, his mother died when he was very young and he was raised by his grandparents in the hard-scrabble north side of Dublin. He lived in the Sherriff St.-Newfoundland St. area by the docks, where his namesake grandfather (a.k.a The Grandfather) had moved after departing Belfast. Something about making grenades for the IRA, running for his life, and maybe inventing the last name “McGran” to hide from the Brits.
Despite pleas from his father, John, and the Christian Brothers, who wanted him to carry on to higher education, The Grandfather decided it was time for Paddy to start work when he was 14. A bright kid and a quick learner, Paddy rose in the ranks at the General Post Office where he worked the telegraph and could still tap out Morse Code if ever the occasion called for it.
One of his favourite memories of that job was meeting none other than Walt Disney himself, who while on a visit to Ireland, came to the GPO and needed someone to help him get a message back to America.
He met Eveleen in 1949, at a dance. Smitten, they married on Dec. 26, 1951, honeymooning in England. Noel came along on Dec. 2, 1952 and Nuala in 1955. Nuala, sadly, died in infancy.
The family emigrated to Canada shortly after, with Audrey born in 1958, Kevin in 1963. The house at 3 Oakridge Dr., in Scarborough, became kind of a halfway house for Irish immigrating to Canada, or anybody looking for a good Sunday roast beef. We all loved when brothers Sean, Jim and Tony, as well as the Bergins, the Dowlings, the Slackes, the Hickeys, the Larkins, and all the neighbours, like Ethezes, Da Silvas, Carletons came over.
In no time at all the kettle would be on and maybe the cards would be on the table for a game of Don, or Rummy, or if we could find the pennies, Rummoli.
Paddy built a new life in a new country, working multiple jobs until rising to the senior administrator of Parks and Property for the former Metropolitan Toronto government. If you came to Toronto from Dublin, and you found yourself working for the city, my Dad probably had something to do with it.
He was a hard-working man until he wasn’t, basically the day after he retired – which is how we all want it to be, right? That’s when he really started enjoying the fruits of his labour. He and Eveleen enjoyed the cottage, his dog Topsy, Florida, cruises, trips to Ireland and site-seeing in Europe and of course visiting family, especially his brothers, sister, in-laws, aunts, uncles and cousins spread through Ireland and England.
A teatotaler all his life – teabag in a pre-heated pot, milk in the cup first, by the way — he always saved room for dessert, whether it was Mom’s Favourite Cake or her famous sherry-infused trifle after when he and Uncle Eddie – a fellow teatotaler – would pretend to be tipsy. (Dad jokes, eh?) He enjoyed treats right up to a few days before he died, sneaking one last piece of chocolate before he was taken in the ambulance after the fall that set off the final events of his life.
A life well lived
He was calm, cool and collected, accepting others – no matter how different — a model of inclusivity that resonates today.
He loved to laugh, anything from Laurel and Hardy, Abbot and Costello, Monty Python, Carry On movies or the legendary Peter Sellers. And oh, yes, Benny Hill and Are You Being Served.
He loved puzzles: crosswords, jumbles, word searches. And he had an affinity for the poetry of Robert Service (who was, co-incidentally, a Toronto Star correspondent for a time). Oh, and a good game of Scrabble.
The Irish took to hockey quickly, something about the physicality of the game, I’m sure. And Paddy was no different. The carpet beneath his feet at his favourite chair was worn down with him apparently trying to kick into the net what the likes of Dave Keon, Darryl Sittler and Wendel Clark could not as he watched the Maple Leafs on Hockey Night in Canada.
That love of hockey was passed on to me. He took me to Leafs games, and I got a steady diet of Argonauts games and Blue Jays games. Of note, he got me into the second game the Blue Jays ever played in their expansion season. And their first game at the SkyDome. I was a sportswriter by then, but I preferred to sit with my Dad that game.
Though he couldn’t skate, he was president of the St. Theresa’s Hockey Association. He made sure all the kids had equipment. (We had bags and bags of extra stuff in the basement.)
For a time he was also assistant coach in charge of opening and closing doors on line changes. Hockey strategy was not his thing, though he did tell me I should hit more. On the ice was the only place this gentle soul of a man preached anything close to physical aggression.
No practice was too early in the day, nor too late at night. He always got me there and home, as well as some of my teammates who weren’t as lucky to have a ride at the ready.
There was one night he dropped me off early and picked me up late: Feb. 7, 1976. Darryl Sittler’s 10-point night against the Boston Bruins. He was giggling as I got in the car, telling me what had happened as we listened to the end of the third period. (The Bruins were Uncle Eddie’s team by the way, so there was no shortage of ribbing to follow at any family get-together.)
I never made the NHL, but I do cover the league and the Maple Leafs for the Toronto Star, a job I love. If not for him indulging my passion, I might not have such a dream job.
He never put his hopes and aspirations on his children, preferring to let us find our own way. Perhaps because of his own childhood – when advanced education was not an option, and when kids grew up too young – he was always supportive of the plans we laid out for ourselves.
For Noel, the oldest, that meant being okay with heading straight to the job market after high school. For Audrey, that included investing in horses and nights out at the race track when Audrey and Dave got heavily into the standardbred industry.
Though in one particular moment I’ll never forget, he teared up after I got my undergrad degree, something he’d always wanted to achieve himself but never could. What made it so special was how my name was called to accept my Bachelor of Arts: “Kevin Patrick McGran.”
It meant so much to him to hear his name called at the same time. He would have loved higher education, and indeed pursued a number of degrees/certificates related to work later in life, achievements I’m only discovering in the boxes of photographs and mementos that he’s left behind, physical reminders of a life well lived.
His name has been called in another way now.
We love you, Dad. We’ll miss you. You will live in our hearts, always.
For those who are moved to do so, we encourage donations in lieu of flowers.