ROBERT JAMES DEWAR
Robert James Dewar, 46, of Winnipeg passed away peacefully on April 11, 2017.
Rob is survived by his son Kahl (and Kahl’s mother, Camelia Bourgeois), brother Alan (Lorraine), sister Jo-Anne (partner Derek Ramlal), nephews Emmet & Asher Dewar, nieces Taryn & India Saxberg. He will be missed by many other extended family and friends too numerous to list. Robert was pre-deceased by his parents Ron and Agnes.
Robert was born on February 17, 1971 graduating from West Kildonan Collegiate. Rob had a lifelong career at the Winnipeg Free Press where many are saddened by the loss of his gentle soul.
Rob (RW) was a true friend and followed ‘The Golden Rule’ in all his interactions. His loves were Kahl, family, friends and golf (in that order). Rob had a smile that could brighten a room and that smile would grow if any of those loves had the ability to be combined. RW cherished any time spent in support of Kahl’s activities; as well as, participating in events with his nieces and nephews. He always made time to be there to provide support and encouragement.
Rob was diagnosed with an aggressive cancer in late January and was appreciative of the care provided by the CancerCare Team, Health Sciences Centre doctors and staff with support by family and friends. Though Rob left us much too young he lived each and every moment to the fullest having most recently enjoyed a spring break adventure in Edmonton with Kahl.
In lieu of flowers donations can be made in trust for Kahl Dewar (Education Fund) at any branch of the Royal Bank; or a charity of your choice
A celebration of Rob’s life will be held on Tuesday April 18, 2017 at 6:00PM at Cropo Funeral Chapel.
Life is like a round of golf
With many a turn and twist.
But the game is much too sweet and short
To curse the shots you’ve missed.
Sometimes you’ll hit it straight and far
Sometimes the putts roll true.
But each round has it’s errant shots
And troubles to play through.
So always swing with courage
No matter what the lie.
And never let the hazards
Destroy the joy inside.
And keep a song within your heart
Give thanks that you can play.
For the round is much too short and sweet
To let it slip away.
— Criswell Freeman