It is with sadness that the family of John Stanley Westcott announce his passing on Thursday, September 17th in his hundred and first year. Predeceased by his wife Mary Elizabeth Westcott (Kerswill). Stan was born April 12, 1920, older brother to Enid and Henry (deceased).
Stan, Poppy to many, is sadly missed by his children Frank Westcott, Gail Cook (Doug), and Julie Westcott. He was a loving, involved and nurturing grandfather of Nicole Collins (Jon), Ashley Cook Tombia (Glenn), Michelle Westcott, Geoffrey Cook (Heather), Lori Kufner (George). He adored spending time with his great grandchildren Oliver, Campbell, Hazel, Jaidyn, Khiyla, Vivi, Westcott, Elizabeth and Timothy. Uncle Stan will be missed by his many nieces, nephews, cousins and extended family and friends.
Stan had a lifelong love of sports and games. He played hockey at Aurora High School and varsity hockey at University of Toronto. He reported on varsity sports in the University of Toronto newspaper which led to a career in publishing at Ryerson Printing Press. He coached hockey in Alderwood where he and Betty raised their family. Stan was the heart of the family and was happiest on the dock at the cottage. He was the fun-loving Poppy (Uncle Stan) who loved being surrounded by family and organizing badminton tournaments (CLBA), bocce ball games, water sports and any other fun filled activities. Stan loved baseball and played for many years in an industrial league well into his 40's and loved to watch the Blue Jays as a devoted fan. Golf was a passion well into his 90's. He was an avid bridge player and played every chance he got. In his retirement years, he spent winters in Florida where he had many friends and enjoyed family visits.
Stan inspired his family and friends with his sense of humour, his eternal optimism and zest for life!
Stan's family would like to give a heartfelt Thank You to the entire caring staff at The Gardens in Parry Sound for making his home away from home over the last four years such an enjoyable and stimulating experience.
Due to Covid-19 restrictions there will be a private family celebration.
Stan will be laid to rest at the Old Stone Church Cemetery in Beaverton.
In lieu of flowers as an expression of sympathy, donations to West Parry Sound Health Centre Foundation, or a charity of your choice would be kindly received.
Stan was the high light of my morning rounds taking temperatures at The Gardens. He always had a joke, insisting that the thermometer was helping his hair grow back, and brightened all our days. He is greatly missed by us all.-Patti Morel
Dear Gail and Family: While I never had the opportunity to meet Stan, I do recall many of the interesting stories you shared about his life wintering in Florida. I am not at all surprised to hear he joined the Centenarians, driving all over well into his 90's and having such positive outlook. My sincere condolences.-Liz Weeks
Hi Gail (and family). My sympathies in the loss of your father. I didn’t know him but I just read the wonderful obituary. What an interesting and full life he had. Thinking of you all.-Pat Poole
Frank, Gail, Julie and families.
Stan always seemed to have a project lined up for around the cottage. But in his spare time he enjoyed the badminton games on his property and having all the young adults together. He even complimented me once on the great serve I had made, but I knew I was not very good. He took a keen interest in every one who came to the cottage , by car or by boat. Wow, to reach the age of 100 is quite a feat. I am thinking of every one with heartfelt sympathy and the hope that God's healing touch will bring you peace.
So many wonderful memories thanks to Uncle Stan and the Westcott clan.Our deepest sympathies to all on the passing of this extraordinary gentleman.-Doug and Nancy Sartell and family
Introduction to my book in-progress: "Voices from the Village… A Journey through Pain"
*The Gift of Grieving
In mourning, we get to see the light
In grieving, the site of night
we welcome, again,
that we might sleep
through our pain, denying
the light of morning, again.
In the mourning, we free
our pain. In the mourning,
in the gift of grieving, we gift
seeing again without pain,
for we have relived our pain
again and again,
through the gift of mourning.
In the grieving, we learn
again and again.
In the gift of mourning,
we feel our light again,
returning us to life
with this, "The Gift of Grieving".