Wabush pi­o­neer Mike Coady mourned by com­mu­nity

‘The only thing big­ger than his smile was his heart’

The Aurora (Labrador City) - - FRONT PAGE - BY MIKE POWER

Mike Coady was a young man when he left Marys­town on the Burin Penin­sula, in 1962 to head to Wabush.

Born in 1943, he was a young, en­er­getic man who would adopt his new com­mu­nity of Wabush with open arms.

Those open arms con­tin­ued to em­brace the com­mu­nity and its res­i­dents; over his years he made a pos­i­tive dif­fer­ence in many lives.

Mike Coady passed away ear­lier this month, his pass­ing mourned by many, who shared with The Aurora sto­ries of how this man im­pacted oth­ers.

Mike had “per­son­al­ity, charm, style, com­pas­sion, a de­sire to help” re­called one, while an­other posted on Face­book, “The only thing big­ger than his smile was his heart.”

Many peo­ple have dif­fer­ent mem­o­ries of this man.

He was first and fore­most re­mem­bered as a boxer; Mike “the bull” Coady, as he was af­fec­tion­ately known. His prow­ess as a boxer made him a leg­end in Labrador West.

Oth­ers re­mem­ber see­ing him run, from Wabush to­wards Fer­mont, with weights on his legs and arms.

He could do push ups, and never stop ...clap­ping his hands be­tween pushes.

But those were just a few things that peo­ple re­mem­ber.

“Mike was known as one of the best dressed men in Labrador West,” John McGre­gor told the Aurora.

His trade­mark style was white suits lots of classy jew­elry, re­calls McGre­gor, who was a close friend of Coady.

McGre­gor, who was the first baby born in Wabush, says when he was younger he de­cided to join the lo­cal box­ing club.

“Mike was my men­tor. I learned so much from him and we re­mained friends for life.”

McGre­gor de­liv­ered the eu­logy at Mike’s fu­neral. One of the things he noted was Mike’s com­mit­ment to fam­ily and com­mu­nity.

Coady’s fam­ily re­mem­bers him as one who praised them and “had their back”, said McGre­gor, adding Mike cared for the com­mu­nity as well.

Mike was a vol­un­teer ex­traor­di­naire, says McGre­gor, from the Peggy Lewis walk, ALS, and the Ride for Sight, to the Can­cer Foun­da­tion, the Le­gion and many oth­ers.

“When he de­cided to vol­un­teer and go door to door, he did that, door to every door in the com­mu­nity.”

McGre­gor noted Mike was awarded the Lolly McGre­gor vol­un­teer of the year award for his ef­forts, which meant a lot to not just Mike but to McGre­gor as well. Lolly was McGre­gor’s mother who was, her­self, a ded­i­cated lo­cal vol­un­teer.

Of course, any­body who knew Mike Coady knew of his pas­sion for mo­tor­cy­cles.

He could be seen on his bike, cruis­ing the high­ways, as al­ways dressed in the best of leather bike gear.

It was fit­ting then that for his fu­neral his bike was parked out­side the church and his so, Mike, rode his fa­ther’s bike lead­ing a mo­tor­cy­cle cortege from the church to the ceme­tery to hon­our his fa­ther.

Oh, and by the way, Mike was also a gui­tar player and

CON­TRIB­UTED PHO­TOS

Mike Coady on his bike, wear­ing his in­fa­mous smile.

Mike’s friends paid trib­ute to him with a mo­tor­cy­cle mo­tor­cade on the day of his fu­neral.

Mike’s bike sits out­side the church where his fu­neral ser­vice was held

Mike Coady’s box­ing gloves from 1968

Mike Coady (left) throws a punch in this archival photo.

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