Obituary of Brian Douglas Dragonette

With profound sadness, we announce the passing of Brian Douglas Dragonette on Friday, January 24th 2020. Loving husband to Diane Fotheringham. Brother to Ramona Jade Lee, John Dragonette , Ernie Dragonette of Niagara Falls. Uncle to Patrick & Tawnya Parent, Melanie and Matthew Dragonette & great uncle to Romeo Parent, newly arrived on the scene. Brian had a love for life, for laughter, for fine food & wine shared with ones he loved, for sailing and spending time on his boat. He was generous of spirit, ever a gentleman, quick witted and left people with a smile on their face. Brian worked for several years constructing & renovating homes, and then opened "Vienna Douglas Collection " in Toronto, designing and manufacturing furniture. Keenly interested in the arts, in the past few years he developed a passion for painting. Life as an artist may well have been his next venture if he had been granted more time. In keeping with Brian's wishes cremation has taken place with no visitation or memorial ceremony. Heartfelt thanks go out to his dedicated caregivers Dr Jim Sugiyama, Dr Mazzotta & care team with the Sinai Health Temmy Latner Palliative Care for their exemplary compassionate care. Deep appreciation is also extended Dr Susan Woolhouse & the Princess Margaret team, as well as to all of his friends that showed such kindness at this difficult time. For those who wish to do so, donations may be made to the Temmy Latner Centre for Palliative Care at www.tlcpc.org. All of us, his family & friends have special unique memories of Brian. His absence in our everyday lives will be significantly felt. The world is a less bright place now without his good humour. For his wife Diane, the following excerpt from W. Auden's poem "Funeral Blues" best expresses our loss. "Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone..... He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good."