Vernon WILLOCK

Vernon Cameron Willock

March 11, 1941 ~ July 26, 2017


It is with our deepest sympathy that we announce the passing of Vernon Cameron Willock. Vern was born in Chilliwack, BC on March 11, 1941. Vern passed away peacefully at home, with his loving family by his side on July 26th. Vern is predeceased by his brother Mac, his Dad Hector (Scotty) and his Mom Mary Willock. Vern leaves behind his loving wife Wanda of 55 years on August 17th, who up until his last day cared for him where he wanted to live out his battle, the place he loved most, at their home overlooking his little farm. He also leaves behind his loving sons: Cameron (Elizabeth) and Brad (Julie), grandchildren: Sarita (Kyle), Wilson (Shannon), Jacob (Chrystal), Meagan (Kyle), Linden (Kim), Garrett and Morgann, great grandchildren: Auston, Paisley and Charlotte, two sisters: Margie Wayne, of Mission, BC and Colleen Wright of Creston, BC along with their families. As well as many loved family members. We would like to thank the amazing medical professionals for their wonderful care and compassion through out Dad’s long journey; the home caregivers, the home care nurses and the Doctors who cared for Vern (Dad) throughout this time. As well thank you to the Canadian Hospice Palliative Care Association that was a great help as well. We would also like to thank all that came to visit Vern and all that sent thoughts and prayers his way. Vern retired from the CP Rail in 1998 after a long career working the Bridge And Building division all over the province. The same company both his father and brother worked for as well. He will be remembered for his many stories of Whallachin, the railroad, the countless cowboy stories he told his grandchildren, and his love to tease those he loved. His way with animals – never turning away a stray dog or pets, to his gentle way with all animals. Vern will be missed by many family members as well as many friends he made along his journey. There will be no service, at Dad’s request. We (Cam and Brad) will always remember that classic story he would tell when ever we asked for a bedtime story. He would say: “Here’s a story

Bout little Johny Morey……..

Now my stories ended

Hope your not offended!”

“Night”