It is with deepest sorrow that we announce the passing of John Alfred Holmstrom, beloved husband, father, grandfather, great-grandfather, brother, uncle, cousin, and friend. John peacefully passed away at home surrounded by his family on the evening of March 31, 2021 after a brief battle with pancreatic cancer. Born December 12th, 1948 in Kenora, ON, to Alfred and Patricia Holmstrom. John grew up on Shoal Lake and was proud of his heritage, and the fact he lived and worked on the lake all his life as a commercial fisherman for 45 years. When not fishing, he was also a welder. After retiring from fishing, John started a contracting and barging service on Shoal Lake, where he and Jutta lived for most of the year. As much as he loved the lake, his love for his family meant more and time spent with his kids and grandkids teaching them the ways of life and living on the lake. He loved to be on the water, even if it was frozen. There would often be some piece of equipment being towed around whether it was by barge, boat, truck, or snowmobile. John loved the outdoors and found peace at camp and on the lake. John loved to make others laugh and have a good time. He was a proud and honest man who treated everyone with respect and honesty. He was loved and respected by many and will be missed by all.
John leaves behind his wife of 52 years Jutta, daughter Teresa (Chris) Haydu, son John (Heidi) Holmstrom, grandchildren Tonya (Travis), and Cassidy Haydu, JT (Amber), and Kevin Holmstrom, great grandchildren Mackenzie and Kennedy, with a third on the way. Also left to mourn are his brothers and sister, Kenneth “Mouse” (Kelly) Holmstrom, Craig (Patti) Holmstrom, Debbie (Jeff) Wiebe, and Karl (Linda) Holmstrom. Along with many loved nieces, nephews, cousins, extended family, and friends. John is pre-deceased by his parents Alfred and Patricia, and brothers Jerry and Kevin Holmstrom.
Born upon the lake, Viking blood in his veins,
45 years of fish nets and frozen hands, Life was hard so long ago,
Fishing on big Sand, Refusing to let go,
Big John with his nicknames, For it was John’s way,
Always a project on the go,
In his backyard at home,
The last of his breed,
And the last we’ll see, Remember him as he was, Not as he is,
Never to be forgot, As our eyes mist,
To Valhalla you sail,
Until we meet again someday...