Sloan, George Greer
October 4, 1925 – September 19, 2018

It is with great sadness that we announce the sudden passing of George Greer Sloan at Hilltop House on September 19, 2018 due to complications of Alzheimer’s at the age of 92.

George was predeceased by his wife of 55 years, Gladys Hilda Sloan on October 26, 2003.
George will be lovingly remembered by his immediate family, daughter Dorothy Carson (Ralph Price), son Thomas Sloan (Joanne), grandchildren, Sean Carson (Ayako), Connor and Caden Sloan and great-grandchildren Alaina and Colin Carson.

George will be further deeply missed by his 2nd love Marilyn Clark along with her daughter Louise. Together he and Marilyn globe trotted the world in his final years having many an adventure. During his final 10 years, he saw sights and places he had only dreamed of.

George immigrated to Canada from his native Ireland in 1955 to take up his trade as a shipwright. In 1956, Gladys and Dorothy made the journey by ship to join him in his new country. Seven years later, they welcomed Tom, the first Sloan born on Canadian soil. When no jobs were to be found in his trade, he quickly acquired work with the University of BC and remained there for the next 35 years. During that time, he became the Vice President of the UBC CUPE union and was a strong advocate for worker’s rights. He was also a long time Mason and enjoyed nearly 20 years with the Mount Garibaldi Masonic Lodge No. 127 in Squamish.

George was ever the consummate Irish gent with always a story to tell of the old country. He embodied a fine Irish temper with the love of a good tale. We will toast his passing with a pint and carry his stories onwards for the next generation.

Many thanks to his wonderful caregivers at Hilltop House who treated him so kindly in his final year.
As per his wishes, there will be no funeral service however a Celebration of Life will be held at a later date. Tom and Dorothy will return him to his beloved Ireland in the near future so he can rest with family.

“We’ve been rambling all the day and night
And when the fiddler plays
All their voices can be heard
Long past their woodland days”.

“Bonded by blood … family forevermore”