Gordon Ralph Heal, (82 yrs), of Victoria, BC, unexpectedly passed away due to accident on Friday, June 12, 2026, in Victoria, BC. Born and raised in Victoria, BC
Gordon attended Mt Newton High School and went on to having a fulfilling career as an Oak Bay Firefighter and Heavy-duty mechanic at G & M Diesel. He married Maureen Heal on October 16, 1965. Known for his love of fixing engines to heavy duty machines, fishing, hunting and travelling on cruises with his wife. Gordon lived life to the fullest his way. Gordon brought joy and warmth to everyone he met. He made friends with anyone he talked to.
Gordon was preceded in death by his parents: Victor and Thelma Heal and his sister Anne. He is survived by his loving wife of 60 years, Maureen Heal; brother: Wayne (Ronne); children: Gina(Mike), Tracy (Tony), Ron (Jen); grandchildren: Ryan, Jordyn, Elianna, Matthew, Samantha; and many friends.
A Celebration of Life will be held Saturday August 8, 2026 at 2:00 pm at The Saanich Fair Grounds, 1528 Stellys Cross Rd, Saanichton, BC.
In lieu of flowers, donations made to the SPCA would be appreciated.
Condolences may be offered to the family below.
McCall Gardens
www.mccallgardens
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Peggy Quinn
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Dawn and Bruce Evans How do you sum up someone who has been part of your family for so many years?
Many of you knew Gord as a firefighter, a heavy duty mechanic, someone who loved to fish and hunt and a well-known member of the community. We knew him as something even more special.
When Bruce’s dad was dying, he asked Gord to look out for his boy. Gord took that promise seriously. For all the years that followed, Bruce wasn’t just a friend to Gord—it was a well known joke that he was his “other” son.
When Bruce and I started our life together, Gord and Maureen welcomed me into that extended family without hesitation. One memory that has always stayed with me was after I had reconstructive knee surgery. Bruce was away fishing, and I was home alone recovering. Gord would stop by regularly to check on me and make sure I was okay. He’d bring in wood for the woodstove and ask if I needed anything. It wasn’t a grand gesture to him—it was simply who he was. He showed up when people needed him.
Gord also became the grandfather my children never had. My dad passed away when I was 22, and Bruce’s father died before I ever met him. Our kids missed out on having a grandfather in their lives, but “Uncle” Gord filled that role in a way only he could.
Every year he would dress up as Santa for them. Not only would he come bearing gifts as Santa, Gord and Maureen also came by on Christmas Day with gifts from themselves. The kids absolutely loved it, and those Christmas memories are some of our family’s most treasured moments.
A year ago, we had the opportunity to visit Gord and Maureen in Yuma and finally see the place they loved so much. Looking back now, I’m especially grateful for that visit and the time we spent together.
What I will remember most about Gord wasn’t just what he did, but how he made people feel. He was dependable. He was generous. He was kind. He made people feel cared for and important.
The promise he made to Bruce’s father all those years ago was kept, and then some. In taking care of Bruce, he also took care of all of us.
We will miss our “Uncle Gord” deeply, but we will carry our memories, his laugh, his stories, and his kindness with us always.
Thank you, Gord, for being family. Our sincere condolences to you Maureen and the Heal family.With much love from The Evans family, Bruce, Dawn, Danielle and Dawson
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Fred and Pat Ford Maureen and family. We are so very sorry to hear of Gord’s passing. Know we are thinking of you and the family. Take care of yourself
Much love to all
When we bought our lot in the Yuma foothills 7 years ago, we became neighbors with Gordon and Maureen. We became fast friends and happy hour was a rule every day. It was the only way to stop Gordon from working. He always had a project and I don’t believe his brain ever stopped working. He could come up with a solution for some problem that was nagging him. His booming voice and laugh filled the room. He would have everyone in stitches with a tale from the past. You just had to figure out what decade he was referring to. We will miss him.