Tuesday, January 27, 2026
I have so many memories of Wilf – I met him when he and Pat were taking down a tree on their front yard. Wilf had the chainsaw and Pat was holding the rope. They would have been in their late 70’s.
I grabbed the rope to help. A few weeks later as I was digging up stumps in my front yard, Wilf walks over with his pickaxe.
Wilf was the first outside with the snowblower
every snowfall. If I wasn’t home he phoned me to tell me he would get to it – so I was always out there trying to get it done before he could because he did Freds and others drives as well. When it was too deep I was
happy to leave it to him. When I lost my dads wedding ring, and was certain it had gone down the tub drain, Wilf was helping me tear it all apart looking for it.
One summer I go out my door, and here is Wilf – in his early 80’s – standing in the space upstairs of Fred’s place – the VERY large window was out – and Wilf, only Wilf, is hauling the new LARGE window up with a rope
and a gear. He had one helper guiding the window. Needless to say I yelled for Dan and we went across to help as we could.
I have so many “Wilf” stories.
Wilf had a way of making people feel special to him. He listened when you spoke. He remembered what you said. He always said the meals I took over where the best ever. I know I am not a great cook, but it
was the only help Wilf would accept back. He gave so much more then what he accepted and he will always have a place in my heart.
Condolences and prayers for Christine and Heather and the rest of Wilf's family.
