In Celebration of

Craig Torgeson

November 12, 1950 -  March 18, 2021

Born November 12 1950, the second child of the late Don (1993) & the late Muriel (2004) Torgeson. He leaves behind his spouse Natalie Brisebois, as well as his sister Donna & and brother Dyne (Eileen). Also predeceased by his hero, Grandpa William Warren Duncan in 1971.

Much of Craig’s childhood was spent in what was his paradise, in a place called "Happy Valley". He spent lots of his time working in the woods with his Gramps.
As a young man, Craig was a natural athlete, qualifying for the Kimberley BC Ski Team in Downhill. From Banff to Lake Louise to Rossland to Vernon, Craig and Dyne would be driven by their father to compete. Craig’s love of soaring down the hill led him to his love of flying.

When in Junior High Craig joined Air Cadets and won a Flying Scholarship at the young age of 16. That was the beginning of his lifelong career. He went on to study at Mount Royal College where he received his pilots license, and began his career in Yellowknife & Inuvik with Northward Airlines.

In 1978 Craig moved to Montreal to work for Air Canada and eventually to Notre-Dame-De-Ile Perrot, where he built his forever home. He became Captain Craig Torgeson for Air Canada, and served 32 yrs of service before retiring in 2010.

While working for Air Canada, he met the love of his life, Natalie Brisebois, who also worked for Air Canada. They would live on together as soul mates, life partners to travel the world.
They shared the same love for the game of golf as they did travelling. If they weren’t home, it was guaranteed they were on the golf course!

Sadly, on March 18 2021, Craig passed away peacefully with Natalie by his side. The sadness and heartbreak that is felt within is indescribable.

We wish to thank everyone for the ongoing support over the last few years. To the many nurses, doctors and staff who cared for Craig at the Royal Victoria Hospital, we thank you from the bottom of our hearts.

The text messages, phone calls, and many words & memories shared through social media, have been overwhelming and show just how much Craig was loved by so many.

Craig was an entertainer, and his home was always “Open door” policy! As per Craig’s wishes, there will be no funeral service. His wish was for all his friends and family to reunite and celebrate his life. We will fulfill his wish, and once we are all able to be together again, we will celebrate “Torgy”style as friends & family!

We ask that in lieu of flowers, a donation be made to the Royal Victoria Hospital /MUHC


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helene Darveau (Air canada physician)

Entered March 27, 2020 from St Lazare

Dear Natalie,

Please accept my sincere condolences for your loss. Craig was a nice and gentle man and I will always remember his soft personality despite of adversity.
I hope that with the support and love from your friends and family you will get a sense of peace.
You are in my thoughts.

Huck and Joanne Beekers (Brother and sister in law. Sister to Natalie)

Entered March 23, 2021 from Ayer’s Cliff, QC

Going up one last time once again and looking down on us all. Miss you lots. Rest In Peace

Tim and Nina Cowan (friend and fellow traveller)

Entered March 23, 2021

will miss you Craig, life is short, and to Natalie our prayers are with you.

Jeffrey Roy (Nephew)

Entered March 23, 2021

To the man who help all who helped and gave so much. Many lives would not be the same without him. Till we meet again. Love you Uncle Craig.


Entered March 23, 2021

The short time I met Craig I can see how much he was the heart and soul of his family. It was a a pleasure meeting Craig and happy to here that he was a big football fan. From Samantha

Life Stories 

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Entered March 25, 2021 from ndip

Flying West
I hope there's a place, way up in the sky
Where pilots can go when they have to die.
A place where a guy could buy a cold beer
For a friend and a comrade whose memory is dear.
A place where no doctor or lawyer could tread,
Nor a management-type would e'ler be caught dead!
Just a quaint little place, kind of dark, full of smoke,
Where they like to sing loud, and love a good joke.
The kind of a place that a lady could go
And feel safe and secure by the men she would know.
There must be a place where old pilots go,
When their wings become heavy, when their airspeed gets low,
Where the whiskey is old, and the women are young,
And songs about flying and dying are sung.
Where you'd see all the fellows who'd 'flown west' before,
And they'd call out your name, as you came through the door,
Who would buy you a drink, if your thirst should be bad,
And relate to the others, "He was quite a good lad!"
And there, through the mist, you'd spot an old guy
You had not seen in years, though he'd taught you to fly.
He'd nod his old head, and grin ear to ear
And say, "Welcome, my Son, I'm proud that you're here!
For this is the place where true flyers come
When the battles are over, and the wars have been won.
They've come here at last, to be safe and alone,
>From the government clerk, and the management clone;
Politicians and lawyers, the Feds, and the noise,
Where all hours are happy, and these good ol' boys
Can relax with a cool one, and a well deserved rest!
This is Heaven, my Son. You've passed your last test!"
— Captain Michael J. Larkin, TWA (Ret.), 'Air Line Pilot' magazine


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