SHELDON GENTHON

SHELDON MICHAEL GENTHON

January 29, 1962 – February 8, 2021

“Shelly, the Poet” left us suddenly and unexpectedly, doing what he enjoyed, laying on his bed talking on his phone to Tim about the Super Bowl & the performance of the Winnipeg Jets. Sheldon lived his life on his own terms, marching to the beat of his own drum, one day at a time. He is probably just as shocked and astounded as we are at his leaving.

 

A graduate of the University of Manitoba, he was a man of many talents: a meticulous painter/handy man, a hockey player, a poet, a guitar player, an avid tiles player and a collector of stuff. He had an incredible range of music appreciation and often shared his take on some obsolete band no one had ever heard of, on Patrick's radio show. He was opinionated and never shy of sharing  his views on any subject, including phone calls after a Jets game to express his views on the performance of the team. He was a devoted father, proud of his Metis roots and a loyal friend; he was always ready to help anyone move anything (as long as they bought the gas and beverages, of course!).

 

Shelly is survived by his son Sean; mother Karen; sister Robin; uncle Jeff (Colleen); aunts Merle (John) and Lisa (Duane); niece Olivia Konjer (Robin); nephew Nicolas Johnson. He will also be deeply missed as a great-uncle to the Konjer children, by many cousins and his beloved cats Karma & Lucky.

 

He is predeceased by his father George and sister Shannon.

 

A celebration of life will be held when we are able to gather again. In the meantime, Shelly’s family kindly requests that his friends and relatives take a few minutes to honour his memory by visiting his tribute page at EthicalDeathCare.com. A photo-biography, as well as memories and stories published by those who knew him, are available there.

 

Sheldon, not only were you my son, but also my friend and protector. I will miss our lively and often contentious discussions, your tuneless whistling, the often-unsolicited feedback and the poetry I didn't always understand.

"Happy the man, and happy he alone,

He who can call today his own:

He who, secure within, can say,

Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.

Be fair or foul or rain or shine

The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine.

Not Heaven itself upon the past has power,

But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour."

Let us raise a glass to Shelly; we send him love and blessings on this new journey.

ETHICAL DEATH CARE

Cremation & Life Celebrations

530 St, Mary Avenue - Winnipeg

204-421-5501 - www.ethicaldeathcare.com

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