Ed was born February 12, 1939 on a farm one mile west of where he resided until his passing. He is predeceased by his parents Walter and Mary; his older brothers Joe and Willie; brothers-in-law Marvin Powlowlski, Russell Wasyliw, Sheridan Lewis, Milton Reidt, and Leonard Serdachny; nephew Barry Brezinski and niece Lynell Lewis. He is survived by his wife Esther; son Darren (Chantel); and grandsons Shane (Alicia), Brendan and Caden; sister Evelyn Powlowski; sisters-in-law Verna Brezinski, Mary Lewis, Ella Reidt, Carol Serdachny, Beverly Wasyliw, Alta Hamilton, Roberta (Brian) Unseth; brother-in-law Grant (Joan) Lewis, as well as many nieces and nephews. Dad met Esther Lewis in 1962 and they got married on October 8, 1966. Dad had jobs away from home building elevators while Mom was in nursing school. Once married they bought a house in Porcupine Plain where they resided until 1985. During these years Dad worked in plumbing and heating for Phil Patchin, Rueben Patchin, and Wayne Dmytriw. He knew the basement of every house built pre-1985 for miles around. They moved to the farm in a new RTM in 1985 and Dad became a full time farmer. He loved the outdoors and spent many of his days exploring the forest trails with friends on ATV’s or snowmobiles. I remember his love for seeing new things as well. As a kid, it would start out as an afternoon drive, then end up in Winnipeg for no reason. This was a common occurrence. He loved travelling and did lots over the years; driving to Texas, Arizona, Utah, or cruising to Alaska, Panama and Hawaii were all trips he continually talked about. He got to spend many days with his grandkids, which he really enjoyed. He celebrated their birthdays, attended hockey and ball games, or spent time with them biking and sledding. His grandsons were always included. I think he enjoyed meeting people in hockey more than he enjoyed the game itself. I would see him constantly talking with strangers at home and away games. He just liked interacting with people. He lived a full life with mobility until his final few days. He overcame everything thrown at him from diabetes to heart disease with flying colors. He will be greatly missed and never forgotten. And his grandsons will always remember his motto, “A shirt without pockets is useless!”