It is with very heavy hearts we say goodbye to our Dad, Grampa Bill or Trapper Bill, as he also was affectionately known, on Tuesday, Nov. 6, 2018.
Our Dad was a man of very strong conviction with the most tender heart. Born on Sept. 18, 1940, his life was well-lived walking quietly and gently in nature; the beauty of the natural world never ceased to amaze him.
His peace and strength came from the outdoors—the sound of the lake, brightness of the moon and stars, the wind on his face, and all the wildlife he was fortunate to cross paths with in the bush.
Dad's warm heart and kindness bountiful, his circle small and courage plentiful to walk his journey alone. These past few years, his dear friends, Roy, Stanley, and Wayne, were always checking in. Dad appreciated and admired the strength in each of you.
Shane always made sure Dad had fish in the freezer. The most important lessons, the best stories, and most memorable gifts our Dad, Grampa Bill, and friend gave us came in a boat, on the water, with our lines over the gunnell.
“Pass me a minnow" and "fish on” Dad.
At Dad's request there will be no service.
Hugs to my Dad's sweet Marlyss. He adored you Marlyss . . . Werther's candy adored!