Nicolaas Kooman took his first steps into glory on November 25, 2021. A beloved husband, father, brother and friend to many, Nick lived in Red Deer with his sweetheart Margaret since 1977 where they shared a life of purpose and made their home, raising four sons who are, to quote a favourite movie, “completely disinterested in living a life without their father.”

Nick was born on February 29, 1952 in Port Alberni, British Columbia, a leap year baby and the sole Canadian baby born after his dear and faithful parents, Machiel Kooman and Sophia (nee van Leeuwen), both who predeceased him, arrived with their children from Holland after the war in 1951. Nick and his siblings Willem (Vickie), Sophia (Tom), Johanna (Ken) and Catharina (Keith), all who survive him, moved to Ponoka, Alberta in 1953.

The family later moved to Red Deer when his parents took jobs at Michener Centre, a place he later worked in his teen years, and which provided for Nick’s sons one of their favourite stories involving his crisp new uniform, a bike ride and an unexpected stomach bug.

Many of the stories Nick shared with friends and family brought uproarious laughter. Whether they were tales of his high carrot intake and inter-mural sports during his post-secondary years, first at Red Deer College then at the University of Alberta, where he studied chemical engineering, death-defying anecdotes from the road when he motorbiked around North America after his studies, or his most unusual string of unfortunate haircuts, Nick liked to share his experiences, small and great, along with their unexpected twists.

Nick peeled his first potato at the age of four at the local convenience store on Ross Street, earning an ice cream cone for his labour, an experience that likely planted the seed for his lifelong enjoyment of snacks. Friends and family alike will attest to his predilection for opening cupboards to search out roasted peanuts or liquorice without hesitation no matter the occasion. And many have witnessed the meticulous way he’d cut down a row of brownies, line by thin line, until the whole pan was gone.

His fondness for entrepreneurial endeavours, like cutting grass and delivering papers at a young age, stayed with him his whole life. He regularly switched careers so as to keep Margaret, his boys and his grandchildren continually stumped with the simple question of, “What does Nick do?” The simple answer, of course, is “What he loved,” serving and helping people and finding ways to make things better for them, which saw him work at the paper mill in Port Alberni, venture out into log home building with his big brother Bill, sell computerized hog-feeding systems, pivot into human resources at Nova Chemicals then Red Deer College and to later consult and support organizations, especially his home church, Trinity Fellowship, where he served his community tirelessly and with all his heart.

When pressed as to whether Nick put his engineering training to work, he and the family needed only to point to the wall in their log home where the height of every visitor was documented, show one of the many improvement projects he completed in the homes of his kids, purchase a pack of balloons which would become a definitive test of the average lung capacity of children and adults, or hand him a broom so Nick could create an impromptu experiment to test the laws of centrifugal force combined with the laws of gravity.

Man of no nameable hobby, receiver of Toblerones and socks, reader of the best bedtime stories, finder of interesting facts with an ability to make a competition out of any and every activity, Nick was quick to smile, listen and make people feel at home. He had a unique and irreplaceable set of skills, which included holding his breath underwater, accurately estimating and quoting building materials, making a perfect cup of coffee (though he drank it not), whistling with the sharpest trill and the lifelong ability to fall asleep on the floor within seconds of lying down.

Across Canada and into the United States, there are families with copies of poems, written for special occasions like weddings, baptisms, and graduations that Nick composed in his distinct and sprawling pentameter. Fond of limericks, Nick passed along a few dazzlers from his engineering days that will be imparted far beyond his generation of sons and daughters to delight future generations.

Beyond his love for funny verse and thoughtful words, Nick will be remembered most for his faith in God and his genuine belief that Jesus loves everyone, no matter what, including himself, a sinner saved by grace.

A faithful husband and father, after God, Nick loved his family most: his dear Margaret, his boys, his daughters-in-laws, and their children.  When asked how he instilled faith and values into his family Nick, most often, would give credit to Marg who in turn would credit God. Perhaps his habit of early morning walks, quietly journaling with his Bible on the table in the early morning light of each new day along with his commitment to prayer provide further insight.

Nick faithfully prayed for the city of Red Deer, whose beautiful trail system he used to walk, run, and bike on almost daily. He also prayed for family, friends and would never shy away from praying for people he bumped into in public or private who were sick, whether stranger or friend. True to his character, when family prayed for him while he was in his hospital bed, Nick made sure they also prayed for hospital staff.

Nick is survived by his loving wife Margaret to whom he was married for 46 years, his four sons and their beautiful wives who are true daughters: Christopher and Shana; Andrew and Petra; Matthew and Ashlea; Daniel and Christy. He is also survived by thirteen grandchildren whom he loved immeasurably (many who surpassed their leap year Opa in age): Avery, Fischer, Pierson, Spencer, Elijah, Gabriel, Finley, William, Rosie, Sophie, Theodore, Judah and a little peanut on the way.

When the news of his passing went into the world, hearts rightfully broke. As people share their tears and fond memories, Nick’s family has renewed clarity that this loss is so much more than just their own; Nick’s life, faith and kindness were shared and received by many who experienced him as a father, grandfather, and considerate friend.

Nick faced death as he engaged life, thinking about the welfare of those around him, looking forward to his next dipped ice cream cone, and holding strongly to the hope that Jesus loved him, the truth that made all the difference for him. His last gesture was consistent with the life he lived: he asked his newly assigned nurse if she knew John 3:16, that God so loved the world.

As a family we want to express our deepest gratitude for the way you stood with Nick, Marg and the whole family in faith in his last few weeks of life. We’re grateful for every prayer, every note of encouragement, every friendship, old and new.

We’re grateful to belong to him, and that Nick belonged to us. With humility, sorrow, and peace we commit his soul to God, forever thankful for God’s gift of Nick’s life.

Nick will be interred at a private family gathering on December 2. A public celebration of life will take place in the future, likely the Spring.

In lieu of flowers, give a dream elephant to a loved one to help Nick’s friend Milka in Tanzania go to medical school.