As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so life well used brings happy death.
Leonardo da VinciThis memorial website was created to remember our dearest William Joseph Lewchuk who was born on December 25, 1930 and passed away on January 6, 2007. You will live forever in our memories and hearts.
Name: LEWCHUK, William "Bill" Born: 25-December-1930 Death: 6-January-2007
Born December 25, 1930 and just celebrated his 76th birthday on Christmas Day. Passed away suddenly on January 6th, 2007 with his family by his side. Beloved husband of 52 years to Olga "Olly" Lewchuk. Loving and devoted father of Kerry and Wendy Lewchuk, Lawrence and Louise Lewchuk, and Sonya Lewchuk. Dear uncle to Joseph and Lisa Lewchuk, and Jerry and Larry Popowich. He was the extraordinary and cherished grandfather of Jason, Tiffany, Christopher and Vanessa Lewchuk and dearest great-grandfather of baby Mariah. William is predeceased by his parents Mary and Joseph Lewchuk, and survived by his brother Michael Lewchuk and his late wife Sophie. William worked hard all his life, whether as a Steel Draftsman on Toronto skyscrapers or as a Businessman in Windsor. William's work ethic and desire to help others will be his legacy as he has earned the respect of his family, his friends and all those who knew him. He will be missed and may he rest in peace. A true "Gentlemen" until the end. Visitation at the WINDSOR CHAPEL FUNERAL HOME, 1700 Tecumseh Rd. E., on Tuesday January 9, 2007 from 2 - 5 and 7 - 9 p.m. Panakhyda (prayers) Tuesday at 7:30 p.m. Funeral Services to celebrate William's life will be held on Wednesday January 10, 2007 at 11:00 a.m. in the Chapel. Rt. Rev. Fr. Eugene Halitsky officiating. Cremation to follow. As an expression of sympathy, memorial donations to the Windsor Regional Cancer Centre would be appreciated by the family.
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Frank Sinatra - It Was a Very Good Year ...
When I was seventeen it was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights
We'd hide from the lights on the village green
When I was seventeen
When I was twenty-one it was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair and it came undone
When I was twenty-one
Then I was thirty-five it was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means, we'd ride in limousines their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five
But now the days grow short, I'm in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs, and it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year
It was a mess of good years