In Loving Memory
Paul Douglas Andrews
August 18, 1940 – March 04, 2019
Paul Douglas Andrews, aged 78, passed away in his home in Little Fort, B.C. on March 4, 2019.
He was born on August 18, 1940 in Toronto, Ontario to parents Eric Andrews and Ann Schickler.
Paul joined the Royal Canadian Air Force at the age of 19, and later became a fighter pilot and Major, and served his country for 34 years. While with the Forces, Paul spent time serving at the Pentagon in Washington DC, and in the Middle East with the United Nations. Paul retired to his log home in Little Fort, where he resided for the past 25 years. He enjoyed the love for music, theatre, and travel. He loved being in nature where he hiked, skied, picked berries, fished, and hunted. He hosted many guests at his home, internationals and locals alike. He was active in the community until recent years, being involved with the Little Fort Volunteer Fire Department and the Community Recreation Society, and for a number of years published the monthly community newspaper, The Little Fort Squawk.
Paul is predeceased by his parents and sister Donna McLennan.
He is survived by his beloved and loving wife Rosalind of 16 years and her 3 children and 8 grandchildren. Loving father to Shane Andrews, Nicole Andrews, Christopher Loewen, and Simonne Rempel (nee Loewen). Grandfather to Morgan Parker (Nicole); Lucy, Oliver, and Asha Loewen (Christopher); Tyler and Cody Rempel (Simonne). He is also, survived by his brother William Andrews.
A Celebration of Life will be held at the Little Fort Community Hall on June 15, 2019 in the afternoon from 2-5 p.m.
In lieu of flowers, please make donations in memory of Paul Andrews to the Heart and Stroke Foundation of Canada.
Paul was known for his entertaining sense of humor and his storytelling. He was a remarkable and caring man and will be greatly missed for his loving nature and outstanding character.
John Gillespie Magee, Jr
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth,
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, –and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of –Wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air…
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark or even eagle flew —
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.