Williams, Donald Archibald – 81, died Thursday, July 09, 2026, in Inverary Manor, Inverness.
Born on August 15th, 1944, in Port Hood to the late Harold and Mary Ellen Williams, Donald was the youngest and last surviving of seven siblings; sisters, Mary Theresa, Edna, Patricia, Margaret Ann; and brothers, Harold, Alexander Robert (Sandy) and James. Predeceased by his wife, Ida Marie; he is survived by their daughters, Michelle (Jozsef), Dartmouth; Dawn (Jason), Halifax; Angela (Christian), Waverley; granddaughter, Marcella; and grandsons, Ben, Max, Javier, Matias and Miguel.
Known to many as "Don’l Archie", "D.A", "Don" "the Donald", or "Dad", the most important name he answered to was "Gramps". He had fierce pride in his grandchildren and saw perfection in each one.
After a career working in Insurance he retired from CAA and settled in Dartmouth, close to family. His daily routine shifted to caring for his grandchildren. There weren’t many days missed walking to and from the school bus stop and listening to them share their stories about their day.
Exceptionally well informed about the world around him, sports remained his greatest passion. Moving from player to coach to steadfast fan, his love for baseball was immense. It was a rare occasion to see him without his crisp white LA Dodgers cap. Patriots and Habs were his teams and through his grandchildren his sporting world expanded to include rugby and lacrosse. He loved watching them play, with the constant phrase of amazement and support; “Oh my god, way to go!”
In recent years he lived at the R.K. MacDonald Nursing home in Antigonish, where he made lasting friendships with staff, St. F.X. students and community leaders, where he spent his days growing tomatoes, tending to chickens, running the canteen and any other side business he could conjure. Music with Tyke was a highlight of his. Not a day went by without playing crib, and always took the opportunity to quote, “What part of fifteen-two, fifteen-four, and a pair is six don’t you understand?’’
Beyond the crib table, he had a love of the horse races in both Truro and Inverness and when the option to move back to Cape Breton was presented, he did not pass it up. He reconnected with lifelong friends and cherished being so close to his best friend, Lewis.
There is no way to sum up a life lived in a few paragraphs, but anyone who knew Dad can remember him for his extensive knowledge, quick quips, sarcastic one-liners, and his character.
As he would often quote; “I ain’t as good as I once was, but I'm as good once as I ever was.”
We love you.
A celebration of life will be held at a later date.
Memorial donations may be made to the Inverness Raceway.
Online condolences may be made to: www.invernessfuneralhome.com
