Glenn Bradshaw
Glenn Bradshaw
Glenn Bradshaw
Glenn Bradshaw
Glenn Bradshaw
Glenn Bradshaw

Obituary of Glenn Bradshaw

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BRADSHAW, Roger Glenn October 7, 1955 - January 17, 2024 Glenn Bradshaw left this world peacefully on January 17, 2024, surrounded by family after a sudden illness at the Aberdeen Hospital in New Glasgow, Nova Scotia. The Beatles “Blackbird” was playing. Glenn was born in Niagara Falls, Ontario - the middle child of the late Ronald and Helen (Roger). He was predeceased by brothers, Jamie, Martin, Karl and Jeff. Siblings Jeanette (Glen), Warren, Dianne, Morgan, Jason (Sue) and Lorrianne (Chris Ridley) are left to take on all the world’s trivia challenges. Glenn treasured memories of time spent in Northern Ontario with the Bradshaw and Roger families, and his many cousins, nieces and nephews will remember him fondly. Glenn leaves behind the loves of his life - his wife, Anne (nee Murray); daughters, Carolyn Bradshaw (B.J. McGillawee) and Elizabeth. He will be fondly remembered by his in-laws, Brad & Brenda Murray, Stuart Murray, Phillip & Cathy Murray and their mother, Mable Ballantyne-Murray. As well as many nieces, nephews, and treasured chosen family. He met his best friend and love of his life, Anne, at her birthday party in 1976, and they married in 1978. A workplace accident brought them even closer and stronger in 1979 and Glenn always had Anne by his side. Through thick and thin, Anne and Glenn were there for each other and for many others. They were partners in all things. After several years in Ontario, they moved their family “home” to Nova Scotia. Of all his occupations, DAD was Glenn’s number one role. He was “Mister Mom” for many years making lunches for his girls, providing after school snacks and colour commentary on television shows, he entertained the girls and their friends as he drove them to various activities, and many Sunday afternoons were spent at the library - he valued learning and was proud of his daughters’ achievements. Glenn wore many hats, and former co-workers from Canadian Tire, TrentonWorks, the Air Force Club and elsewhere valued his knowledge and easy going nature. Glenn was always ready to help, and would offer assistance (and a story) to all. A life-long learner, he loved to read, enjoyed crosswords, Scrabble, Yahtzee and read the newspaper aloud every morning – even the comic strips. He loved music, especially The Beatles, and never gave up on his Toronto Maple Leafs. Glenn and Anne retired early and enjoyed life as snowbirds in Florida for 14 beautiful winters. He found a love of golf and will be disappointed he didn’t get to match his golf score to his age. He would have needed to live to 100! His golf friends will definitely miss him, and so many lost golf balls will remain in the bottom of the water hazard, or in the outskirts now that Glenn is gone. Nothing was more magical than seeing a 54 year-old Glenn meeting Donald Duck for the first time. So much more could be said, how do we summarize such an interesting man? The family would like to thank all the EMTs, medical staff, and the absolute first class treatment at the Aberdeen Hospital. Glenn was in excellent hands. A celebration of life will take place on Sunday, January 21 from 2-5pm at the Air Force Club in Stellarton (110 Wing). Please come and share a cup of tea, a snack, and conversation just as Glenn would have. No flowers please. Donations can be made to the Pictou County Food Bank or a charity of your choice. The family would also ask that you consider signing up as an organ donor as this is a cause close to our hearts. Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these sunken eyes and learn to see All your life You were only waiting for this moment to be free Blackbird fly, blackbird fly Into the light of a dark black night Blackbird fly, blackbird fly Into the light of a dark black night Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise