In Memory of

Rowland

Kristjanson

Obituary for Rowland Kristjanson

It is with heavy hearts we announce the passing of our beloved husband and father Rowland Kristjanson at the Arborg and District Health Centre on August 31, 2019.
He is survived by his wife of 56 years Kristin (nee Sigvaldason), three children, Darlene (Norman), Wes (Sheila) & Ross, his grandchildren, Brittany, Aaron (Averie), Jordan & Owen. Sisters-in-laws, Josephine Kristjanson, Ellen Martin, Sigurbjorg Finnson, Anna (Tryggvi) Finnson, Linda (Ken) Foster, Sylvia Gislason, and brother-in-law, David (Lee) Sigvaldason.

He was predeceased by is parents Thorsteinn and Sigridur Kristjanson, in-laws, Kristjan and Phyllis Sigvaldason, brothers, Magnus, Kristjan and Ingvar, sisters, Lara and Gudbjorg. half sisters, Beatrice, Ingveldur, Gudfina and Irene. Brothers-in-law, Eric Rogers, Raymond Sigvaldason, Halldor Finnson, Clifford Gislason and Robert Martin.

Rowland was born March 20, 1935 on the family farm in Vidir. He farmed there most of his life with his brothers. They also ran a gravel and redi-mix concrete business. For many years he, Magnus and Kris cut pulpwood in the winter and hauled it to Riverton for transport.

Rowland married Kristin Sigvaldason on June 29, 1963. They raised three children on the family farm. His life was devoted to his family.
He was a soft spoken, quiet man and only family and close friends really got to know him and enjoy his sense of humour.

In his later years with his health failing his greatest joy was spending time with his children and grandchildren and watching the Jets and the Blue Jays. Even though he struggled with health issues he never complained or wanted sympathy.

The family would like to thank Dr Donnelly and the staff at the Arborg and District Health Centre for their care and compassion.

A private gathering of family and friends will be held September 7th at the Vidir cemetery.

In lieu of flowers donations can be made to the Arborg and District Ladies Health Auxiliary, Box 301, Arborg, MB, R0C 1B0

Precious Lord take my hand
Lead me on, help me stand
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn
Through the storm, through the night
Lead me on to the light
Take my hand precious Lord
Lead me home

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