Ken Osborne
In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet floods every newborn seed
There's a dying voice within me reaching out somewhere
Toiling in the danger and the morals of despair
Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break
In the fury of the moment I can see the master's hand
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand
Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer
The sun beams down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay
I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame
And every time I pass that way I'll always hear my name
Then onward in my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand
I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand (Author Bob Dylan)
Ken was born on July 5th, 1953 in St. Catharines, Ontario to Margaret and Ruddick Osborne.
At 17 he moved to Thompson, Manitoba and worked in underground mining. He then moved toWinnipeg and worked as a typesetter for the Winnipeg Tribune. This is where he met Janet in 1977. They married August 5th, 1978. They moved back to Carman to start their life together. One year later they welcomed their daughter, Natalie.
Ken worked various jobs around Carman and Winkler and ended his working career at Besco Grain in Homewood. He was always a hard worker and never shied away from any job in order to provide for his family.
Ken was an avid fisherman and would he always say, “we’ll go home after one more cast”, a hundred more and we were still sitting there. He also enjoyed bowling and did quite well at it. He also enjoyed his time with his Grandsons, Kordyen and Rylen. He had a very special bond with Kordy. He also enjoyed watching tennis and curling on T.V.
The last few years were a struggle for Ken with end stage COPD. He was on oxygen almost 24 hours a day. As his world grew smaller, he very much looked forward to his weekly visits from Bob. He truly appreciated them. He was a little dumbfounded a few weeks ago with a surprise visit from Natalie. It made him happy.
Ken leaves to mourn his wife of 48 years, Janet, daughter Natalie and Grandson Rylen Shiels. Brother Tommy (Louise) Osborne, Brother-in-law Bob (Martha) Pauls, Sister -in-law Linda (Neil) MacNair, Nephews Iain (LeAmber) MacNair and their children Kensley and Rhiannon, Kyle (Tracy) MacNair and son Sam, Tyler (Peggy) Pauls and Joshua Pauls. Nieces Jacqualine Pauls and children Kaiya and Kaedon Wiebe, Jenny (Sonny) Doerksen and children Emma and Griffin Fletcher, Rebecca (David) Gray and daughter Mia. Also numerous cousins.
Ken was predeceased by his parents Margaret and Red Osborne, In-laws Frank and Corrie Pauls,Brothers Ruddick and Mike Osborne, Niece Leslie Osborne and very special Grandson Kordyen. Also all our wonderful and cherished pets over the years.
Kordyen would tell Ken, “ Bumpa,it’s a sunny day, it will be a happy day. Bumpa and Kordyen are together again where it’s always sunny. They will be cutting heaven’s grass on their green lawn tractor.
I will always miss and love you Ken.
In lieu of flowers please make a contribution to a charity of ones’ choice.
A private family service will take place at a later date.
In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need
When the pool of tears beneath my feet floods every newborn seed
There's a dying voice within me reaching out somewhere
Toiling in the danger and the morals of despair
Don't have the inclination to look back on any mistake
Like Cain, I now behold this chain of events that I must break
In the fury of the moment I can see the master's hand
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand
Oh, the flowers of indulgence and the weeds of yesteryear
Like criminals, they have choked the breath of conscience and good cheer
The sun beams down upon the steps of time to light the way
To ease the pain of idleness and the memory of decay
I gaze into the doorway of temptation's angry flame
And every time I pass that way I'll always hear my name
Then onward in my journey I come to understand
That every hair is numbered like every grain of sand
I have gone from rags to riches in the sorrow of the night
In the violence of a summer's dream, in the chill of a wintry light
In the bitter dance of loneliness fading into space
In the broken mirror of innocence on each forgotten face
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand (Author Bob Dylan)
Ken was born on July 5th, 1953 in St. Catharines, Ontario to Margaret and Ruddick Osborne.
At 17 he moved to Thompson, Manitoba and worked in underground mining. He then moved toWinnipeg and worked as a typesetter for the Winnipeg Tribune. This is where he met Janet in 1977. They married August 5th, 1978. They moved back to Carman to start their life together. One year later they welcomed their daughter, Natalie.
Ken worked various jobs around Carman and Winkler and ended his working career at Besco Grain in Homewood. He was always a hard worker and never shied away from any job in order to provide for his family.
Ken was an avid fisherman and would he always say, “we’ll go home after one more cast”, a hundred more and we were still sitting there. He also enjoyed bowling and did quite well at it. He also enjoyed his time with his Grandsons, Kordyen and Rylen. He had a very special bond with Kordy. He also enjoyed watching tennis and curling on T.V.
The last few years were a struggle for Ken with end stage COPD. He was on oxygen almost 24 hours a day. As his world grew smaller, he very much looked forward to his weekly visits from Bob. He truly appreciated them. He was a little dumbfounded a few weeks ago with a surprise visit from Natalie. It made him happy.
Ken leaves to mourn his wife of 48 years, Janet, daughter Natalie and Grandson Rylen Shiels. Brother Tommy (Louise) Osborne, Brother-in-law Bob (Martha) Pauls, Sister -in-law Linda (Neil) MacNair, Nephews Iain (LeAmber) MacNair and their children Kensley and Rhiannon, Kyle (Tracy) MacNair and son Sam, Tyler (Peggy) Pauls and Joshua Pauls. Nieces Jacqualine Pauls and children Kaiya and Kaedon Wiebe, Jenny (Sonny) Doerksen and children Emma and Griffin Fletcher, Rebecca (David) Gray and daughter Mia. Also numerous cousins.
Ken was predeceased by his parents Margaret and Red Osborne, In-laws Frank and Corrie Pauls,Brothers Ruddick and Mike Osborne, Niece Leslie Osborne and very special Grandson Kordyen. Also all our wonderful and cherished pets over the years.
Kordyen would tell Ken, “ Bumpa,it’s a sunny day, it will be a happy day. Bumpa and Kordyen are together again where it’s always sunny. They will be cutting heaven’s grass on their green lawn tractor.
I will always miss and love you Ken.
In lieu of flowers please make a contribution to a charity of ones’ choice.
A private family service will take place at a later date.