The family of Ken Bjornson regret to announce his passing at G.R. Baker Hospital on September 11, 2007.
A long time resident of Quesnel, Ken was born on September 13, 1948 in Dawson Creek to Bud and Anne Bjornson. His early life was spent on the family farm in Spirit River, Alberta. Ken had many happy hours growing up on the farm and was sad to leave it behind when the family moved to Dawson Creek.
In 1972, Ken met Evelyn Dick in Calgary and they were married. Their son Stuart was born there in 1973.
During this time, Ken worked at several different jobs, and then in 1976 he decided to move his family to Quesnel to be near his parents and brothers. For a short time, Ken was employed by the Department of Highways as a surveyor. In late 1977, Ken entered the trucking industry with the purchase of his own gravel truck. Ken worked as an owner operator in the logging industry hauling mainly to Weldwood. In 1984, Ken sold out and worked as a driver for several contractors – primarily E & K Backer Logging.
In 1998, illness forced Ken to quit working and remain at home. On good days, Ken was out and about in town having coffee at the Billy Barker and trying his luck at the casino. Among his favourite pastimes were the many hours he spent with his son Stuart and his beloved grandson Jack, who was born in 2005. Ken loved fishing, camping, music, old cars, tinkering around the house and spending time with his family.
Predeceased by his parents Bud in 1985 and Anne in 2000, his Uncle Tom in the 1960s. Ken is survived by his loving wife Evelyn, his son Stuart (Tammy), grandson Jack. He also leaves to mourn; his brothers Bob (Sally) and Lorne, nieces, aunts, uncles and many cousins.
Following cremation, there will be no service in accordance with Ken’s wishes. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the charity of your choice. The family would like to thank all our friends who supported us in our loss.
Miss Me, But Let Me Go
When I come to the end of the road,
And the sun has set for me.
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little – but not too long.
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that was once shared.
Miss me, but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take,
And each must go alone.
It’s all part of the master’s plan,
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart,
Go to the friends we know.
Bear your sorrow in good deeds.
Miss me, But let me go.