Beate Irmgard Elisabeth Maddalozzo

Beate (Bea) Maddalozzo – Bea was born in Frankfurt, Germany on March 14, 1950 before immigrating with her parents to Vancouver, B.C. when she was a child. Bea passed away in Burnaby, B.C. on March 20, 2026 at 76 years old.

A loving wife, mother and grandmother, she is predeceased by her spouse Ernie and survived by children Rose (Paul), Krista (Aaron), Andrea (Reggie) and grandchildren Fremont and Greta. She also leaves behind a large extended family and many friends whom she always enjoyed visiting and laughing with.

From her daughters:

“Bea was a person who would drop everything to help family or friends and did so frequently. There was always someone she was looking after or out for in some capacity, and that was a theme for much of her life. She was patient with those of us around her who were more spirited (or volatile!) and put so many others before herself. She loved her husband Ernie infinitely and doted on her grandchildren – she never tired of thinking of and taking them to all kinds of wonderful places and parks and spending time with them. She cut the grass, she moved furniture, she LIVED hockey and was never late for anything. She loved Vancouver, Stanley Park, Granville Island, and the Canucks. She was smart. She was tough. And she wasn’t scared of any bugs. None of them. Ever. There won’t be another like her, and the city won’t see another daughter quite like her. A true original; a mold broken. RIP Bea / Mom / Nona.”

“She was a great mom for all those boring reasons that someone is a great mom, was always there for us, involved in our activities blah blah blah…. But when I think of our relationship, I think of her love of music, she played guitar, she loved to sing, she had an accordion that she played a few times as far as I can remember, but it was a staple of our basement corner. She was my window to the music and pop culture of the era, and I loved listening to her records and discovering the artists she loved when she was young. Her love of music did go too far sometimes though, and I will never, EVER forgive her for the amount of times she played the Les Misérables soundtrack and alarmingly high volumes as though I was a criminal harbouring hostages and the authorities were trying to make me turn myself in with an audio assault. But I digress.

The words of advice she’d say to me the most were ‘well there’s no sense worrying about it’ and I feel she really did live by her words. Which is unfortunately a rare quality in most, but she was very true to herself. She cared about the things that mattered, and really nothing else. Once I asked her if she believed in any afterlife or god or anything of the sort. Her reply was ‘I guess I’ll find out when I’m dead….no sense worrying about it’.”

In lieu of flowers the family would request donations be made to Union Gospel Mission.