NEAL STEWART

It is with great sadness and sorrow that the Stewart family announces the passing of Neal Lars Stewart, of Mine Centre, Ont., on Monday, Aug. 3, 2015 at the Thunder Bay Regional Health Sciences Centre in Thunder Bay, Ont. at the age of 44 due to complications of cancer.
Neal passed away peacefully with his family by his side.
Neal was born Nov. 19, 1970 in Fort Frances, Ont. to Nels and Donna Stewart.
Neal attended elementary and secondary school in Atikokan, Ont. and then went on to the University of Western Ontario, where he obtained an Honours degree in Actuarial Science.
However, the city life was not for Neal and he chose to return home to the family logging business.
Later, he moved on to work for Melvin Williamson Timber Ltd.
In earlier years, Neal was the main resource to organizing any fishing expeditions and always had minnows ready. Many have stories to tell of their experiences.
Later on, he expanded to include hunting trips for friends and family.
Neal had a heart of gold. He would give anyone anything he had if he thought they needed it and he would go without himself. Many enjoyed his humour and intellect.
Neal also excelled in our many board and card games. He was a stiff opponent.
Neal will he sadly missed and dearly remembered by his mother, Donna; sister, Ellen (Don) Blundon, and brother, John (Cecilia) Stewart; and nephews, Nathan, Daniel, and Alexander Blundon and Brent, Kyle, Scott, Eric, and Ryan Stewart.
He also is survived by close family members, Aunt Ellen, Uncle Ray, Aunt Ollie, and Aunt Irene; as well as many more uncles, aunts, and cousins too numerous to mention.
Neal’s loyal companion, Keeya, also will miss him.
Neal was predeceased by his father, Nels; and grandparents, John and Amanda Stewart and Israel and Elma Lougheed.
A memorial in honour of Neal will be held Friday, Aug. 14, 2015 at 2 p.m. at La Place Rendez-Vous in Fort Frances.
If so desired, in memoriam donations may be made to a charity of your choice.
Online condolences may be offered at www.harbourviewfuneral.ca
God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be. So he put his arms around you and He whispered, “Come to Me.”
A golden heart stopped beating; hard-working hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us He only takes the best.