STAN LEPINSKY

It is with great sadness that we announce, Stan (Stosh) Lepinsky, at the age of 94, has moved on to the great fishing hole in the sky. Dad passed away peacefully on February 18, 2026 with family present. He was predeceased by his cherished wife, Mary, and his brother-in-law and best friend Ernie Kruppa, in 2027, his brothers Jim (1972), Walter (2007), Andy (2009) and by his brother-in-law Ivor Hubbard (1999), his sisters-in-law Marion Lepinsky (2017) and Irene Hubbard (2018) and daughters-in-law Sue (Michael 2018) and Yukiko (Jamie 2025) and his nephew Tim Hubbard (2019). He is survived by his children Mark (Darlene), Michael (Kelly), Maryann Poirier, Jamie (Vancouver), sister-in-law Stancel (Arnprior) as well as 5 grandchildren and 4 great grandchildren. Dad was active to the very end. He loved scootering to Maryann's house to create unique items on his wood lathe. Dad was born in Fort Frances in 1931. He spent many hours in the surrounding forests which began his lifelong love of wild places. Early in life he joined the Air Force as a Mechanic. During this tour he met our mother, married in 1956 and left the Air Force in 1958, moving to Fort William to begin family life. To support his growing family Dad began working at Great Lakes Paper in 1959. He retired in 1988 after 29 years and was quite happy to fish and collect his pension for another 38 years. Way to go Dad! His hands were never still. He built so many things. No one ever heard him say "I don't know how to do that!" He would take on any task. From repairing TVs and electrical appliances to plumbing, concrete work, rebuilding engines or butchering a moose. He believed in doing the best job possible. Build it so it stays built. Dad faced every challenge with a "can do" attitude that he passed on to his children. He was always there for his kids. From Hockey Tournaments all over the continent to creating Halloween costumes from burlap sacks or to fishing adventures with Kruppas or Hubbards almost every summer weekend. He repaired our cars and built our homes and camps well into his sixties. He was the hardest working man I ever knew. Dad was someone you could count on. Helping others came naturally. He and our mother opened our home to others in need. We all remember him and Uncle Ernie stopping to put out someone's porch fire then continuing our outing to Chippewa Park. It is impossible to sum up a life in a few paragraphs. Dad's passing has left a void that cannot be filled but he has prepared us well. His spirit lives on in his children. He will be right there beside us whenever we speed across a still lake, cast a line, hear the thump of a partridge in the bush or the sound of a loon as the sun goes down. He will be there, we will remember.