1943 ~ 2022
Aron Wall, aged 78, passed away at 9:05a.m. on Saturday, April 9, 2022 at Boundary Trails Health Centre with family by his side.
Aron was born in Mexico on September 29th, 1943; to David and Elizabeth Wall. He was the 3rd of 9 children. Dad married his loving wife Helena on July 28, 1963, and they were blessed with 4 sons and 4 daughters. Dad was predeceased by both his parents, his daughter, Helen, 3 siblings and many in-laws. His passing broke the hearts of his wife, Helena - who served him right to the very end and their sons, Dave (Nita), Johnny, Aron (Lena), Pete (Lisa), and their daughters, Lisa (Jake), Mary (Neil), Anna (John), 40 grandchildren and 24 great grandchildren.
What words do you use to describe a man of so few words? How do you paint a picture of a man who never wanted it to be “about him”? Special memories we have, were the kind that “you had to be there” to understand. They are forever stored deep in our hearts, and we praise God that we have so many good memories. If you ever drove by their place, you would likely see Dad tending to the beautiful flowers that he took so much pride in, or just sitting outside and enjoying the relaxing outdoors. He loved birds. He even built a huge apartment complex for them and took it down every year to do some housekeeping for when they came back the next year. He seemed to become friends with many of the purple martins that came back every year and who always brought more friends; and he was very protective of them. Sometimes the slingshot had to come out . . . and let’s just say dad had good aim. Some bunnies never came back. Dad was a serious guy, but a bit “yeetsich” with his smiles. It gave us a great sense of accomplishment if we got a smile or a laugh out of him. He laughed with his whole face when he did, and it was priceless! He was an ordinary, straightforward kinda guy when it came to work, family, and friends but when it came to his health, everything was complicated. And he had the thickest medical chart we’d ever seen to prove it. Even then Dad didn’t say much, but he sure kept the doctors, nurses, (and us) talking as they nursed him through one illness after another. It’s fair to say that Dad’s incredible strength shone brightest in his weakness. He lived by example. He just never complained, never asked “why me?”. I guess he knew what would happen if that first domino fell…so Dad never leaned on mom with his burdens. We are sure he had worries, but he kept them to himself and quietly bore the cross he’d been given to carry. Dr. Woelk, and the medical staff that knew him so well, often commented on how pleasant he remained; no matter how sick he was. Dr. Woelk had been his doctor for 30 years and he came in after dad passed and said, “Today I didn’t just lose a patient, I lost a good friend.” We are so grateful to him, the palliative care team, and the home care workers that took such great care of dad. Dad often expressed his gratitude to mom for devoting all her time and energy into his care these last few months. Since December 30th, family came to assist in his care overnight, so mom could get some rest. Though it was often very difficult at times, many wonderful memories were made during this dark time. These sleepless nights - that we originally dreaded - turned out to be an honor that the Lord bestowed on us. We didn’t HAVE TO do this - we GOT TO. Dad was exhausted. He had already given up much of his “do-it-myself attitude” due his complicated medical history. He had his first heart valve replacement in 2001; from which he fully recovered and was able to return back to work. Then he had a second heart valve replacement in 2017, which included implanting a pacemaker. Earlier in 2005, he was diagnosed with prostate cancer. From this point on his health continuously deteriorated; and he was forced into early retirement. When one door closes another door opens; and this is where dad started to tinker in his shop and found he had a talent for woodworking. Many of us have furniture that dad lovingly designed and created. And while dad didn’t waste much time talking, he found his voice for singing; and he and mom joined a singing group. Dad also discovered natural musical abilities which consisted of playing the harmonica and the accordion. They sang and played at different venues which included the hospital, care homes and for widows. This was always a highlight in his week. In later days we would play music and read for him. He loved Psalm 27 which says “The Lord is my light and my salvation, whom shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life, of whom shall I be afraid?” Before, we found hope when we read “thy face Lord will I seek” and now Dad is seeing Jesus’ glorious face. He would want us all to join him there. Dad, you have left such a big hole in this world, but heaven gained such a gentle beautiful soul.