Gone to play music for the angels, it is with profound sadness that the family of Joe Killoran announces his passing at the F.J. Davey Home on Thursday, September 10th, 2020 at the age of 81 with family and partner Olga Mancino by his side.
Son of the late Michael and Marjorie Killoran, loving father of Nancy Piraino (Sam), Allan Killoran (Esterina) and Maureen DeLuca (Joel). Proud Grandpa Joe of Brandon (Melissa), Kristian, Jimmy (Stephanie), Melina, Sydney, Makenna, Sean, and Max. Great Grandfather of Sophia. Dear brother of the late Jimmy Killoran (late Margaret), the late Carol Harrison (late Gord) and Colleen Killoran-Bruni (Terry).
Joe will be missed by many nieces, nephews and cousins.
In his early career Dad was a draftsman for Soo Mill, and in the evenings and on weekends he would teach accordion lessons in his parents small enclosed front porch on Pim street. Eventually he concentrated his efforts on growing his music business, first in the basement of his home on The Crescent and finally at the Killoran Academy of Music at the corner of North St., and St. George’s Ave., where he had over 700 students taking music lessons. Truly an accomplished musician, having had his own band for many years, Joe Killoran and the Crescendos. We will miss him sitting at the piano, organ or with an accordion strapped on to serenade us, as he had done so many times. Even as dementia took over, he continued to play the accordion, entertaining the other residents at the Davey Home until he no longer could. After selling his music business in the late 1970’s, dad decided to enrol at Algoma University and excelled in accounting and business courses while pondering his next career.
Dad always had a deep interest in personal finance and he eventually turned his attention to the financial planning business where he earned the professional designation of R.F.P. (Registered Financial Planner). He enjoyed this line of work for many years, and took pride in being able to help people attain their financial goals.
He appreciated the simple pleasures in life, be it his favourite small ice cream cone, day trips on his boat, or a good meal with a glass (or 2) of red wine with great company and nice soft music playing in the background. Most of all, he loved to spend time at his home. He insisted on keeping it immaculately manicured, and would proudly walk around his waterfront “estate”. We will miss his unwavering and unconditional love, always there for advice but never judgmental.
A private graveside service was held on Monday, September 14, 2020 at West Korah Cemetery. Mrs. Helen Smith officiated. Memorial contributions to the Alzheimer’s Society, the F.J. Davey Home Foundation, or a charity of your choice would be appreciated. We would like to thank the dedicated staff in Apple Orchard 3 and Apple Orchard 2 for their wonderful care over the past 5 years.
Arrangements entrusted to Arthur Funeral Home – Barton & Kiteley Chapel (492 Wellington Street East, (705) 759-2522). Please visit Arthur Funeral Home website obituaries to leave memories and condolences as a keepsake for the family.
Two Fathers Remembered
I had two fathers – two fathers I claim,
two different people, yet with the same name.
Two separate men, diverse by design,
but I loved them both because they were mine.
The first was the father who brought me here,
encouraged, nurtured and launched my career.
He was the one whose features I bear,
complete with the facial expressions I wear.
He gave his love, which follows me yet,
along with examples in life that he set.
As I got older, he somehow younger grew,
and we’d laugh as just fathers and sons do.
But then came the time that his mind clouded so,
and I sensed that the father I knew would soon go.
So quickly he changed and turned into the other,
a stranger dressed in the clothes of my father.
Oh, he looked the same, at least at arms length,
but now he was the child and I was his strength.
We’d come full circle, we men three,
my father the first, the second and me.
And if my own children should come to a day,
when a new father comes and the old goes away,
I’d ask of them nothing that I didn’t do.
Love both of your fathers as both have loved you.
Credit to the author of Two Mothers Remembered
by Joann Snow Duncans