Norman Walter Shewchuk

Norman Walter Shewchuk was born to Anne (Pichur) and Walter Shewchuk on April 19, 1942 in Winnipeg, MB. He passed away peacefully on January 14, 2022 at the age of 79, following a battle with cancer.

Norman leaves behind his loving wife Helen (Dear), brother Jim (Velma), son Doug (Vicki), daughter Lee-Ann, grandchildren, Charna, Jamie-Lynn, Mandy (Sean), Shawn (Kendall), and great grandchildren Theo, Raegan and Ethan as well as other numerous nieces, nephews, in-laws and other extended family.

Norman married Helen on November 17, 1962. In 1965, they moved from Winnipeg to the homestead in Lockport where they built their home, raised their family and shared many memories with family and friends. Norman loved to bullshit with company, always offering a whiskey or beer and some moose sausage that he proudly made and was happy to share. He loved to go hunting with his father Walter, his son Doug and recently his grandson Shawn. Norman was often found out in the garage working on cars. He could fix and drive anything that had a motor. Norman enjoyed attending car shows where he proudly displayed his 1958 Dodge. He also enjoyed starting and tending to the wood stove, spending countless hours in the summer kitchen listening to old records.

The Shewchuk family would like to thank the staff on the second floor of CancerCare at the Interlake Regional Health Centre in Selkirk, MB. A special thank you to Nurse Darren and Dr. Brown for their compassionate care in Norman’s final days.

A Celebration of Life to take place in the early spring for those family, friends and acquaintances
who wish to attend. In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to a charity of your choice.

Life’s Journey
There’s a trail that leads out yonder,
To a land of peace and repose;
Where tranquil rest awaits us,
When our long day draws to a close.
It’s a long winding trail we must travel,
Through sunshine and darkness, alone;
As its troublest woes and its joys unfold
And each man must travel his own.
The pathway is oft times stoney,
There’s many a thrust from a thorn;
We find ourselves halting and weary
Feeling heartbroken, sick, and forlorn,
Many are the times we will stumble,
And many are the times we will fall;
We must right ourselves and go onward,
Ever meeting life’s beckoning call,
But there’s rest at the end of our journey,
When our long day draws to a close;
When we all must keep, our long last sleep,
In the land of Peace and Repose.

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