Sunday, March 30, 2008


A wonderful loving heart stopped beating on March 25, 2008 when we lost an amazing, crazy and kind man, Jeff Chandler.
Jeff was born in Liverpool, Nova Scotia on 1962 and lived in Nova Scotia until moving to BC in 1988. He was a devoted commercial fisherman and loved to be at sea. He was the skipper of the Cape Morien. Jeff loved to laugh and make people laugh with him. He was a very large man who resembled a Sasquatch; but was a true teddy bear at heart to those he cared for and to children and animals (except fish, of course). Jeff always had a story or fish to share with anyone around. He loved playing with his children, having a job to do,and building in his workshop. His dogs, Eli (Bucket-head) and Freckles will miss him terribly.
He leaves to mourn his adoring wife and best friend, Jackie, daughters, Olivia and Jessie (1st marriage), sons Briar and Glenn(1st marriage), parents Rita and Gary Veinot and Aubrey and Sheree Chandler, siblings Lisa (Gordie), Tabitha, Amanda and Jake all of Nova Scotia. He also leaves many saddened family members and too many friends to count in both BC and NS.
He was predeceased by his son, Kyle, his brother, Craig, grandparents, Gerald and Beatrice Cross, and grandmother Felicia Chandler.
Funeral arrangements are in the care of Sands Funeral Home. Viewing will be Monday 3-4pm. The funeral will take place on Tuesday, April 1st at 2pm. A Reception will follow.
In lieu of flowers, a trust account has been set up for the care of Jeff’s small children...
Also, any stories of Jeff and his life that you can share would be very happily received to be included in a book so his small children may know and remember him through these stories.

*some of the obit info has been removed*

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

yes, he did remind you of a sasquash but he did have the heart of a teddy bear.I fished with him for a couple of years,and not once did i ever see a down side to him.some mornings were a little hard to take,because he was so happy and full of life, and i don't see things that way until i've had my morning coffee.Years later, when i'd see him on the docks, he was the same as ever.full of life and full of fun.i will miss seeing him out there on the coast that he loved so much. Donna Erickson