John Westberg, Jr., 53

In loving memory of John Peter Westberg Jr., who passed away on Jan.6, 2005 in the Palliative Care Unit of Lake of the Woods Hospital in Kenora after a short battle with cancer.
John was born on Oct. 5, 1951 in Rainy River to John and Asta Westberg of Bergland, Ontario.
In his early years, the family lived in a logging camp in the Dogtooth Lake area. There John completed correspondence school to Grade 5. The family moved to Bergland in 1961 so the boys could attend public school. John graduated from high school in 1969. John's first job was doing camp work for Dr. Lamey on Big Island. He began his guiding career at Moen's New Moon Lodge and then worked at Bergland's Bear Island Resort. He did commercial fishing with Kreger's; did some logging; was carpenter's helper and did various other work around the Lake. John moved to Sioux Narrows to live in the 1980s.
John was a hard and willing worker, a loyal friend, honest and fun-loving. His love and knowledge of nature and outdoor life made him a good guide.
He was predeceased by his father John in 1990, his brother Bob in 2004. His partner of 20 years, Alice White passed away on Dec.16, 2004 at Whitefish Bay.
He will be missed by his mother Asta Westberg of Bergland,Ontario; his brother Rick (Cindy) of Morson,Ontario; his sister Joy (Tim) Luoma, 2 nieces - Christina Everson and Samantha Luoma and 1 grand-nephew Dylon John Woolsey all of Fort Frances, Ontario; his uncle Oswald Trapness of Bergland, Ontario; his aunt Arlene Campbell of Kyle, Saskatchewan; and numerous cousins.
He will rest in the Bergland Cemetery. Memories are like threads of gold, Never tarnish, or grow old.
Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea.
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourn of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.