Terry Korchak—a passionate Bomber fan, average golfer, connoisseur of house wines, a friend, but most importantly, a father. He was Dad, he was family. The world as whole, his friends as a group, and we as a family unit will forever be worse off without his presence which, without fail, could fill a room with the most magnificent of energy.
Terry was a proud father to his son Matthew, and daughter Sydnee, and a loving brother to his sister Tiana. Family meant everything to him. The love he had for his children was steady, present, and deeply felt.
He is now reunited with his parents, Josie and Bud Korchak, whom he loved fully and relentlessly; there is comfort in imagining that reunion.
Terry had passions that made him unmistakably him. If you knew him, you knew his love for the Winnipeg Blue Bombers that came from his dad. Game days weren’t just games—they were something he looked forward to, something that brought him excitement and joy. He was the kind of fan who carried that loyalty with pride.
He also loved playing the piano. Music has a way of saying things words sometimes cannot, and that feels especially meaningful now. His favourite song, “Yesterday” by The Beatles, is a particularly poignant reminder of the inexorable march of time, but more importantly it’s a testament to the power of that which came before us and the memories it provides. It was through the notes he played that Terry shared a part of himself—his heart, his personality, and his spirit.
A father leaves behind so much more than memories. He leaves lessons, laughter, familiar sayings, traditions, and moments that seem small at the time but later become priceless. These things live on in the mindsets, the vernacular, and the hearts of his family and friends.
Grief reminds us how deeply we loved Terry and how Terry was deeply loved.
Though it’s hard to say goodbye, we hold onto gratitude for the time we had, for the memories we shared, and for the man he was.
Dad, your chair may be empty, and the Blue Bombers will play on, but your presence will always be with us.
You will be missed more than words can say, loved always, and remembered forever.
Rest peacefully, Terry.
Terry was a proud father to his son Matthew, and daughter Sydnee, and a loving brother to his sister Tiana. Family meant everything to him. The love he had for his children was steady, present, and deeply felt.
He is now reunited with his parents, Josie and Bud Korchak, whom he loved fully and relentlessly; there is comfort in imagining that reunion.
Terry had passions that made him unmistakably him. If you knew him, you knew his love for the Winnipeg Blue Bombers that came from his dad. Game days weren’t just games—they were something he looked forward to, something that brought him excitement and joy. He was the kind of fan who carried that loyalty with pride.
He also loved playing the piano. Music has a way of saying things words sometimes cannot, and that feels especially meaningful now. His favourite song, “Yesterday” by The Beatles, is a particularly poignant reminder of the inexorable march of time, but more importantly it’s a testament to the power of that which came before us and the memories it provides. It was through the notes he played that Terry shared a part of himself—his heart, his personality, and his spirit.
A father leaves behind so much more than memories. He leaves lessons, laughter, familiar sayings, traditions, and moments that seem small at the time but later become priceless. These things live on in the mindsets, the vernacular, and the hearts of his family and friends.
Grief reminds us how deeply we loved Terry and how Terry was deeply loved.
Though it’s hard to say goodbye, we hold onto gratitude for the time we had, for the memories we shared, and for the man he was.
Dad, your chair may be empty, and the Blue Bombers will play on, but your presence will always be with us.
You will be missed more than words can say, loved always, and remembered forever.
Rest peacefully, Terry.