24 April 1936 – 02 October 2019
“We’re all just walking each other home.” – Ram Dass
With broken hearts, Stacey’s family announces his passing in Campbell River, BC, after a brief but devastating illness.
He is mourned by his great love, his wife Olive, as well as his daughters Amanda (Adrian) and Laureen (Paul) and his grandchildren Adrianna, Josh, Ilanna, Deja, Max, Nya and Owen.
Stacey had two great love stories in his life, and is predeceased by his ex- wife Liz (Burton) and mourned by his son Andre and wife Helen, so like a daughter to him; his grandchildren Tammy (Charlie), Joel (Michelle) and Stacy Lynn (Mani), and his great grandchildren Cassie, Mehran, Maral and Penelope.
The breeze moves the leaves, no matter what they do. Although life’s business separated Stacey from his siblings, he is also mourned by Theresa, Leslie, Kevin, Leona, Carmelita, Gladys, Clyde, Joan and Melvin and as well as a multitude of brothers- and sisters-in-law, nephews and nieces. Once accepted as Stacey’s family, by birth or by choice, your place was at the table, always set.
Stacey was predeceased by his parents George and Veronica (Turpin), as well as his siblings George, Elizabeth, Anne, Roy and James.
Stacey’s life personified love and service for those he loved, but his defining characteristic was his sheer force of will. His grandson Josh describes him as “pure willpower.” Stacey, in all areas of his life, did what needed to be done; if he didn’t believe in something or feel it was right, he told you. If he did believe in a course of action, he was a force to be reckoned with as he made things happen.
Every day, as he picked up his grandchildren and transported them to various schools, he provided food, advice and love; he showed them dedication to family. Stacey was never more alive than when he was surrounded by his large and spirited extended family and friends. Stacey was a people person, great at small talk and made new friends everywhere he traveled, in all sorts of interesting places.
Born in Mick’s Cove, in Point May on the Burin Peninsula in Newfoundland, “Dolph” and his brothers and sisters would warm their feet on the rock, and his roots ran deep. While Stacey was in the service, he went home with a buddy and met the most beautiful woman in the world in Saint Margaret’s Village, Nova Scotia, and he married Liz at the age of 21 in September of 1957.
He knew hard times and hard work, and appreciated the results of his labour because of his early struggle. He became a hard rock miner, and as General Mine Foreman, and Mine Captain, Stacey took great care of the many lives entrusted to him. At the Mount Pleasant Tungsten Mine, in Piskehagan, NB, Stacey’s soul connected with another soul, and Olive and Stacey began their walk together through life over thirty years ago.
Salt water ran in Stacey’s veins, the many homes he owned in his life were often close to the ocean. He also owned many boats in his lifetime, and a rousing chorus of I’se the B’y by Captain Stacey, whether on land or at sea, was a common occurrence.
He worked in every Province and Territory in Canada except PEI, more is the sadness and loss for PEI. His service in the Canadian military took Liz and Stacey all over Canada, and to Germany, then later he and Olive travelled the world, but he never lost Mick’s Cove from his heart.
The scope of Stacey’s loss to the people who loved him defies description, his east coast and west coast family will acutely feel the loss of his physical form, and miss him into eternity. He will live on, forever in our hearts and souls. Stacey’s family and friends span from coast to coast, so in lieu of a service, we would invite you all to join in on Stacey’s social media page with a story or a laugh or a remembrance.
Stacey’s legacy of caring love endures in those of us who had the honour and privilege of being in his life.