Elliot Lake Funeral Chapel
& Cremation Centre
It is with great sorrow that the family announce the passing of Bert Nagel at the St. Joseph’s General Hospital in Elliot Lake on Saturday November 3, 2018 at the age of 81. Beloved husband of Cecilia Nagel of Elliot Lake. Loving father of Laura Nagel (Troy Day) of Kingston and the late Andrew Nagel. Dear grandfather of Willem & Samantha Day-Nagel. As per his wishes, cremation has taken place. A memorial service will be held at a later date from Our Lady of Fatima Parish in Elliot Lake. Memorial contributions to the Society for Animals in Distress would be appreciated by the family.
Bert’s life started in an orphanage in The Netherlands and ended 81 years later with so much love. Cecilia, Laura, Troy, Willem and Samantha will miss the sound of his voice and his gentle, sweet smile.
He lived life to the fullest in Holland, Brantford, Ontario, Atlin, British Columbia and Elliot Lake, Ontario. He loved boats, maps, cats, horses, cold beer, good cookies, dancing, hummingbirds, flowers, Pink Panther movies, warm coats, euchre, coffee and a good hat.
He had so many favourite songs, from The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down to Stayin’ Alive. Lyrics from another favourite are in my head today because raindrops were falling on my head this morning at the airport:
‘Why do birds suddenly appear Every time you are near? Just like me, they long to be Close to you”
I miss you, dad.
My Opa was one of the best men I can honestly say I've known. He was very easy going, and knew how to enjoy the little things in life. As a kid I used to love when he and my Oma would come visit, and I can still picture him relaxing in our backyard in a lawn chair and a wide brimmed hat, or trying to teach me how to play cribbage (which I still don't understand, sorry Opa). He had a laugh that never failed to make me smile, and possessed that indescribable quality that always put others around him at ease.
I'll miss you Opa, say hi to Patrick for me
I still remember very well when I first met Bert. It was the middle of winter in Atlin, loads snow, and Laura and I stayed in their cabin with a tiny electric heater. Despite the cold it is a very warm memory of playing euchre in their kitchen, with Bert occasionally opening the back door when "wolfy" came scratching. Bert was a wise and gentle person in the truest sense of both words, and always seemed to have a calming influence. And he was generous with everything, even when he had very little himself. I couldn't ask for more from an in-law and I will miss him. I hope he knew that I was always trying to up my handyman game!