With saddened hearts, the family of Kenneth William McCallum regretfully announces his passing. He passed peacefully on Sunday, March 14, 2010, in Kelowna with his loving family by his side. He is survived by his wife of fifty years, Margaret, daughter Kelly (Gordon), son Kenny (Shari), grandchildren Scott, Taylor, Dennarae, Brendan and Raelene, and great-granddaughter Aurelia, all of whom were known as the “wee ones.” His daughter Heather died at the age of 29, July 4, 1989.
Ken was born on November 1, 1926 in Simpson, Saskatchewan, to father Sandy and mother Jane. He was a Military Engineer in the Canadian Armed Forces from 1950 to 1953, and later spent most of his life in the road construction industry. He made Quesnel, British Columbia his home in 1958. Quesnel and area was able to enjoy his expertise in many road projects. He was wed to Margaret Rose Yendryas on December 30, 1959. They lived a loving happy married life together. After the birth of their three children they lived in Quesnel until 1979. The family moved to Kelowna in 1979, where Marg and Ken have enjoyed the beauty of the Okanagan for many years. Ken would often say, “the heat separates the men from the boys.”
It was Ken and Marg’s wishes to have a private family graveside service in Quesnel which was held on Friday, March 19 where Kenny spoke on behalf of his family.
He will be remembered by his family and friends as a loving husband, father, grandfather, great grandfather, brother, uncle and friend.
We will miss you Grandpa. You are the foundation on which our strength and love was built. You gave our family life and you connected our chain with strength. We will continue, in your memory, to love and to give back to each other and to this life, and to help each other and those that are less fortunate than ourselves. You have taught us these things because you loved us and we thank you. We will see you in the stars that shine in the peacefulness of night and the sun that brings light into each day. You will forever live in our hearts. Your memory will become our partner; we will nurture it, hold it, and dance with it. Life has to end. Love doesn’t.
Lovingly written by your grandson Brendan.
In lieu of flowers, a donation may be made to World Vision Canada (www.worldvision.ca), which for many years has been dear to his heart.