First off, let it be said that Terry Estell was a man with some flair. He had a smile like the sun and a hustle in his step. He was slaying dragons and building castles. He lived life like a Santana song: creative, masterful, and full of joy. It is hard to fathom that such a man could ever come to a stop. But he did, and we, the ones who loved him, feel the loss of him deeply.
Terry was born under the big sky of Mirror, Alberta, to his parents, Paul and Irene. He had a brother, Vincent, as well as grandparents, aunts, uncles, great-aunts, and great-uncles, and numerous cousins. He was rich in family and all they did together, The Estell Garage, The Estell Boarding House, curling, hunting, camping, Scouts, town parades, and cars!
He became a sailor in the navy, a Miner, a Mechanic, a Carpenter, and a water witch like his father (He wore a lot of different hats in his lifetime, literally and figuratively, and he wore them well!). He took all those talents with him to join his parents on Pender Island in ’66, where they built The Driftwood Service Station and ran the garage/gas station, as well as The Drift Inn. It’s also where Terry built a home and met his first wife, Carol M, and they had their daughter, Andrea E. Good years passed, filled with friends, growing The Driftwood, a mechanic during the week and he built homes and boats on the weekend. He even extended his home and installed the infamous hidden sauna. He built a Viking ship for his motley crew of friends to go to the Lamb Roast on Saturna. There was frisbee golf before there were any courses, the church of good fishing, building rockets, London Fog parties, possibly part of the Pender Cannabis Appreciation Society, and may have been the “Mayor of Pender Island” one day in a parade far, far away. But who can be sure? Those years on Pender also brought Terry and Andrea a great blessing in Susan B. and their son Caleb E. While their relationship was short, their friendship was lifelong.
In ’84, Terry moved to Victoria, not knowing that he would meet his soulmate a few years later in ‘88. He and Irmgard (Leni) V fell deeply in love and married fast, which gave Terry two new bonus blessings in her children, Daniel (Dan) V and Erin V. Terry continued to build, all over the southern tip of the island, and built more boats. No moss gathered on him. He worked for himself; he worked hard and a lot. But he also gardened, played Bocce in the backyard, watched golden hour with a glass of wine, and wintered in Thailand. He enjoyed music, weekend boat trips on the “Be Back”, Sunday dinners with the big extended family, going for a rip, playing morning crib, going to the lake, safety meetings, the many birds they had over the years, and damn could he cook! (No relation to the pet birds.). Those years were blessed with more family in sons and daughter’s in-law, Darren R, Tanya E, and Kirsten V, and of course the blessed grandchildren, Alea E, Elisha E, Oliver V, Jaxon V, and Jaedyn E.
Ever since Terry and Leni met, they have been sailing into sunsets together, sharing, laughing, and loving, and we are so grateful they had those years together.
Terry Estell will be forever missed by those who knew him.
-Andrea Estell
P.S. Dad, I hope when your family meets you on the other side, Grandma is there waiting for you with the biggest Tomato Aspic the world has ever seen.
A Celebration of Terry’s Life will be held at his home for friends and family on Saturday, September 13th, 2025, at 1:00pm. For further information, contact terryscelebration64@gmail.com
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Oliver
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Les Worked with Terry briefly in the 80’s, always laughing and certainly determined when needed. Astounding how the decades go by.
Condolences to all of Terry’s family (& friends).
I’m sure Terry created a lot of memories with you over the years…Now you know why. Whenever he pops in your head,I’ll bet you are smiling,
Cheers Terry RIP
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Stan Burns Terry was a man that beat to his own drum. Not afraid to be himself or stand up for what he believed in. A socialite, he would be the first to generously offer you a glass of wine and carry a conversation till the wee hours of the morning. So many times, did I learn from this man; not just giving a different perspective on the topics of politics or travel or business but also on how to fix my car or build a boat or grout tiles. One of the last true thinkers and doers of his time…. If I could choose one person to be stranded on a desert island with – it would be Terry. Rest in peace Terry – you will be missed but never forgotten… You have contributed to a beautiful family and my heart goes out to them during this time. I cherish all the good memories about you Terry and will always hold them dear to my heart. Rest in peace. Stan
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Paul and Gail Estell Dear Leni and family:
We are so sorry to hear of Terry’s passing. Paul has been reminiscing of all the fun he and Terry had growing up together in Mirror. We remember the wonderful dinner Terry cooked for us, when we last visited you. That meal was so delicious. He was a fantastic cook.
May all your memories of what a wonderful person he was comfort you. Terry will be missed by so many.
Hugs
Paul and Gail













He was my Papa. I miss the days I spent in his kitchen, hustled about, stayed out of the way. Cooking apple pies. Helping to re-finish tables in his old overalls he said fit perfectly on me. Cleaning off the upstairs deck with him. I miss him now, in Thailand. Walking the streets he did, sitting in the stools he did, talking to long time friends. God, how they all reacted. Sutin, the ever stickler for money, gave us free drinks our whole stay. Kenny (Keith) in the Aussie Bar, giving the last pour of a bottle Papa gave him to Omi. The Cowboy bar in Chiang Mai, asking where he was. Now I’m here, for the second time in the Ambassador Hotel in Bangkok, but for the first time without him. He supported me until the end, especially on me being who I am. I just wish I had more time. We can never get what we want though, can we? So I’ll remember him in what he left in these streets, in the houses he built, in my heart. Rest in peace, Papa. Oliver loves you.