A Private Family Funeral Service 1:00 p.m. Saturday, December 19, 2020 Funeral Service will be live streamed on Narfason’s Funeral Chapel & Crematorium’s Facebook Page. Ron Young's Funeral Service Ronald Brian Young, known to his closest friends and family as “Ronnie”, “Dad”, and “Grandpa from the Lake” was granted his angel wings at the age of 65 years. Ron was born the youngest of 4 siblings on August 18, 1955 in Wadena, SK to Arnold and Martha Young. He attended school in Margo where he made many lasting relationships that extended far beyond his school years. While attending school, Ron was active on the farm, learning and working alongside his family, where a love for the land was apparent at a young age. While he had his preferred farming duties, and was proud of the work he did, he never failed to forget to let his kids know how many stones and roots were picked compared to “that little bit you did”. A hard days work was valued in his eyes. While continuing to work alongside his dad, Ron made the transition to a full-time farmer in 1973 at the age of 18 and continued to work the land for nearly 40 years. On the off seasons, Ron loaded up his truck with some friends and headed underground to mine potash near Snow Lake and then later, Cominco Potash Mine near Delisle. He often talked about these days, and while he couldn’t recall too many specifics, we know it was one heck of good time. In his spare time, he played major roles in various boards and helped organize and run many community groups: Margo Elevator, Margo Wildlife Federation, Lintlaw Lion’s Club, Moe Concordia Lutheran Church, Margo Curling Club, as well as volunteering with an abundance of other local groups. Ron met his wife, Debbie, in 1988. The two were married in Melville on June 17th, 1989 and together built a life on the farm, raising 2 children, Dawn (Nov. 3, 1989) and Ryan (July 10, 1996). Year after year, they worked together, expanding and improving their farming operation and their home as the times changed. Ron and Debbie retired from grain farming in 2011, and eventually moved to St. Brieux Lake in 2013 to live out the lake-life dream! Even though they made a fairly seamless transition to the lake, they continued to expand the space, giving it that acreage feel. It’s true when they say, “you can take the boy out of the farm, but you can’t take the farm out of the boy”. Downsizing for Ron meant something completely different, and he’d rather buy another lot and put up an oversized garage because, “well....I might need that for something”. His tools and his workspace were a place where he could put his creative talents to use. He was a skilled welder, with an attention for detail like no other. He was a visionary, and always had some kind of project on the go. If Ron wasn’t in the field or in the shop, you could find him on the water with a line in during the summer months, tracking big game in the fall, and in the winter – riding the trails and finding the perfect spot to set up his ice fishing shack. He respected nature and its elements which allowed him to fully enjoy each experience to it’s fullest! While these activities could be enjoyed on his own, Ron wouldn’t turn down a chance to get into a curling bonspiel when he could, or hop in a boat with a friend. Ron’s legacy is deeply rooted in his relationships with friends, the love he showed his family, and his efforts to improve the communities he was a part of. While there is sadness on this day and in the days to come, we can find comfort in our memories and through the stories we share. May we never forget that smile, that laugh, those acts of love and kindness that carried Ron through his final breathes. Ron is survived by his wife of 31 years, Debbie; daughter Dawn (Drew), grandaughter Eberle, grandson Finn; son Ryan (Gertrude); sisters Rita, Dianne (Orest); brother Les (Cindy); brother in law David (Mel). Several nieces and nephews, extended relatives, and friends. He is pre-deceased by his parents, Arnold and Martha Young; in-laws Bernard and Mary Wozniak; brother in-law Lorne Boyle. Countless friends that he cherished like family. “The beautiful irony is that our loss is another’s reunion.” ---- and what a reunion it must be!