Obituary for Stanislaus John Marion "Stan" Klepach
KLEPACH, Stanislaus John Marion
1949 – 2019
Stanislaus ‘Stan’ John Marion Klepach passed away peacefully in his sleep on Monday, 23 September, 2019 in Red Deer at the age of 69 years. He is lovingly remembered and survived by Myrna, his wife of 46 years, his daughters Susannah and Mikylah, his son Dorian, his grandchildren Sam and Anna, and his brother Henry. Born on 25 November, 1949 to Jan and Diana, Stan grew up on a farm near Mundare, Alberta. He admitted to struggling on the first day of school, and was surprised lessons were in English! However, he picked up the language quickly and would spend his long bus rides to and from school devouring science fiction books (he even kept a journal with attempts at writing one or two!) When not helping his parents out on the farm, Stan had several interests, including taming a pet crow, shooting and amateur chemistry. Even as a boy, Stan was the strong and silent type, a critical thinker and a builder. He preferred to listen and to use only 3 words whereas the rest of us use 20 and still manage to say less. His parents were overjoyed when Stan became the first Klepach in - well, probably ever - to attend University. Having come long strides since his first day of grade school, Stan would earn a Degree in Education. Before beginning his career path from teacher to Vice Principal, however, other matters required attention. First off, he recognized that his two left feet only knew how to Mazurka, and so he roared into a ballroom dance class at the University of Alberta in his 1970 Challenger (paid for with money that his dad had given him for schooling, by the way) and there spied Myrna. "Pardon me miss, do you know how to Polka?" He had her in an instant with that stout Polish charm. Stan was an educator. An amateur volleyballer. A house builder extraordinaire. A BBQ master and a crack shot. He was a world traveller with mom and could be habitually found sampling Europe's finest ales, exploring castles, trudging through tropical beaches, or even dabbling in a close-up oceanographic adventure of the ocean floor as he single handedly fought (and beat!) an Atlantic riptide. Usually, however, he was simply setting up shop with the family in the middle of the Rocky Mountain bush, often not far from his favourite place: Waterfowl Lake. Stan was one of the most caring and gentle souls known to many. Unwaveringly patient and stoically calm, he was a true listener, and of the best men many have known. When asked if he was afraid of the road ahead, he said no, and that his only worry was that someone in the family might need help after he was gone. His love, advice, calm and presence will be dearly missed, but always remembered and celebrated.
We love you dad.
Dorian Klepach
1949 – 2019
Stanislaus ‘Stan’ John Marion Klepach passed away peacefully in his sleep on Monday, 23 September, 2019 in Red Deer at the age of 69 years. He is lovingly remembered and survived by Myrna, his wife of 46 years, his daughters Susannah and Mikylah, his son Dorian, his grandchildren Sam and Anna, and his brother Henry. Born on 25 November, 1949 to Jan and Diana, Stan grew up on a farm near Mundare, Alberta. He admitted to struggling on the first day of school, and was surprised lessons were in English! However, he picked up the language quickly and would spend his long bus rides to and from school devouring science fiction books (he even kept a journal with attempts at writing one or two!) When not helping his parents out on the farm, Stan had several interests, including taming a pet crow, shooting and amateur chemistry. Even as a boy, Stan was the strong and silent type, a critical thinker and a builder. He preferred to listen and to use only 3 words whereas the rest of us use 20 and still manage to say less. His parents were overjoyed when Stan became the first Klepach in - well, probably ever - to attend University. Having come long strides since his first day of grade school, Stan would earn a Degree in Education. Before beginning his career path from teacher to Vice Principal, however, other matters required attention. First off, he recognized that his two left feet only knew how to Mazurka, and so he roared into a ballroom dance class at the University of Alberta in his 1970 Challenger (paid for with money that his dad had given him for schooling, by the way) and there spied Myrna. "Pardon me miss, do you know how to Polka?" He had her in an instant with that stout Polish charm. Stan was an educator. An amateur volleyballer. A house builder extraordinaire. A BBQ master and a crack shot. He was a world traveller with mom and could be habitually found sampling Europe's finest ales, exploring castles, trudging through tropical beaches, or even dabbling in a close-up oceanographic adventure of the ocean floor as he single handedly fought (and beat!) an Atlantic riptide. Usually, however, he was simply setting up shop with the family in the middle of the Rocky Mountain bush, often not far from his favourite place: Waterfowl Lake. Stan was one of the most caring and gentle souls known to many. Unwaveringly patient and stoically calm, he was a true listener, and of the best men many have known. When asked if he was afraid of the road ahead, he said no, and that his only worry was that someone in the family might need help after he was gone. His love, advice, calm and presence will be dearly missed, but always remembered and celebrated.
We love you dad.
Dorian Klepach