Obituary of William Montgomery

MONTGOMERY, William Gordon
Died peacefully at home with his wife Ann by his side on May 31st after a life well lived. Pop/Bill/Billio/Grandpa/Saint Bill was a rare individual able to experience two wonderful marriages. Predeceased Feb. 23, 2002 by his wonderful Betty, married for over 45 years. Survived by his wife of twelve years, Ann Bell/GoGo. Forever missed by 'His People,' Children; Gord, Jeff, Tracy and their much-loved spouses Dale, Caroline and Charlie; Pop's grandchildren: Caity and Jordan (Gord and Dale), Samantha (Jeff and Caroline), Keegan, William and Peyton (Tracy and Charlie) and one new and treasured great-grandchild Alexander (Caity and Andrew). Ann and Bill's families joined in 2004, creating a much larger, loved family. Ann's children Maryann (Mark), Vicki (Chris) and Rusty each contributed to Biilio's happiness along with more grandchildren: Natalie, Henry and Katherine (Maryann and Mark), Lily and Piper (Vicki) and Mackenzie (Rusty).
Bill was born in Pittsburgh, PA. Following high school Bill and his family moved to Toronto. Bill graduated from McGill University with a degree in Mechanical engineering followed by a P.Eng. Bill's life revolved around family. Skiing at Mont Tremblant with children and grandchildren even earning a prized 'speeding ticket' in one of his last seasons, summers at Endymion with endless puzzles, Monopoly and Scary Neighbour, tennis at the SSCA, his Gieslers, a trip to London to enjoy the martinis, and the warmth and friendships in Boca Grande.
All who knew Bill, Pop, Grandpa, Billio, Saint Bill have lost their own private, special person. Please join Bill's family in sharing many happy memories and stories about Bill with each other over a glass of wine at The RCYC City Club on June 7, 2017 from 3 to 6 p.m. In lieu of flowers, Bill would have wished a donation to the Georgian Bay Land Trust (GBLT.org) dedicated to preserving forever the wild untouched shoreline of Georgian Bay. Endymion - John Keats A THING of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.

Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways

Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,

Some shape of beauty moves away the pall