Wesley Myk

With deep sadness, we announce that Wesley Myk went peacefully to meet his maker on January 31st, 2022 at 9:40 am. Wes is survived by his wife of 61 years Elsie (nee Debroni), His 3 sons Allan (Suzanne King), Brent, and Jeffery. He is also survived by 4 grandchildren Sara (Chris Daman), Viki (Lawrence Toews), Russell, Dennis, and 5 great-grandchildren Elena, Ava, Cameron, Adam, and Damien. He was predeceased by his parents, Anton and Anna, his 1 brother John, 8 sisters Tilly, Eva, Mary, Barbara, Pat, Pauline, Fran, and Rose, and granddaughter Sabrina Myk.

Wes was born on July 14, 1931 (his mom’s birthday) in the Rm of Gilbert Plains. He started his school days at Lemberg school and finished his schooling in Mineral Creek Ashville. After school, he moved to Flin Flon to work in the mine and railway. Everything changed in 1953 when Wes won a car in a raffle, left work and went on a trip to Florida with his 2 buddies, and never went back to Flin Flon.

Upon his return, he moved to Dauphin to take a meat cutting course then to Winnipeg to work at Dominion and Safeway. Wes worked the rest of his career in the meat cutting business finally retiring as a meat inspector with the federal government.

It’s a good thing he won that car and started a career in meat cutting, as Safeway is where he met Elsie, in his words “the love of his life”. They married in 1960 and went on to have 3 sons, that although they drove him crazy sometimes, he loved and cared for deeply.

Wes was very active in his faith. He was a member of St. Andrews church. In 1955 he joined the Knights of Columbus, charter St Josaphat 4138. With Elsie they ran the bingo canteen for 27 years.

Wes loved his sports, you could often find him and Jeffery watching curling, football, hockey to name a few. Wes not only enjoyed watching sports he enjoyed participating in curling and was on the board of directors of the Winnipeg Hawkeyes football club.

Allan, Wes’ eldest son, wanted to share the following memories

 “My Mom told me that my Dad said he didn't want a big fancy funeral.... that he said he was a simple man and wanted a simple service. That got me thinking back to the days when my Dad made hot dogs and sandwiches twice a week for the church bingo. I watched him as he would lay out his bread covering the kitchen table in rows like soldiers. How he would butter each piece and add a slice of ham and a slice of cheese. How he would boil dozens of eggs and painstakingly peel each one for his egg salad sandwiches. How he would put together dozens of hot dogs made simply with mustard and relish and then wrapped each one in tin foil.

 Now I have had hot dogs in Chicago, Deli sandwiches in New York and Montreal... and they were good. But for some reason, they could not compare to my Dad’s simple sandwiches. I am still astounded how something so simple can be so good. And I don't think I'm the only one because they sold out every week. I guess it's true what they say. Sometimes simple is best.

 As anyone who knew him would tell you my dad had a great sense of humor. He loved to laugh and make others laugh. Always striving to find the funny things in life even when life was challenging... and he loved to tease and be teased.  I remember my dad’s lawn on Lindhurst ave. I have to this day not seen a finer example of lawn care. Every bright green blade of grass is meticulously cut and arranged into perfect alignment. Every weed is mercilessly destroyed through chemical or manual means. I can remember him on his hands and knees applying grass paint to any brown spot that happened to creep up. One time when my parents had to call the fire department because of smoke from an electrical short... the firefighters used the sidewalk and refused to walk across the grass, one of them said to my Dad his lawn was too nice to walk on.  I could tell that comment filled him with pride... Then one fateful year my dad got ahold of some Grey market fertilizer and like Icarus flew too close to the sun and completely burnt his once-mighty lawn.... The pride of Lindhurst ave. reduced to a barren desert wasteland. Even in the face of such disaster, I swore I could see the hint of a sly smile on my Dad's face as he realized the Irony. Naturally, we teased him about it and so he rebuilt his lawn from scratch and carried on, as was his way. He never gave up and he always had faith.”

Due to Covid restriction, a private funeral will be held Saturday, February 5th, 2022 at 10 am at Korban funeral chapel 907 Main St, with interment at Glen Eden Cemetery 4477 Main St.

Father Lukie will be officiating.

Pallbearers are Raymond McDougal, Jamie Zalitach, Bruce Wilson, Rodney Chartrand, Russell Myk, and Dennis Myk

Honorary Pallbearers are Richard Drewniak, Casey Cyncora, Jim Killpatrick, and John Tymtiw.

In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to Epilepsy society, Holy Family nursing home, or a charity of your choice.