It brings great sadness we announce the passing of Thomas Alexander Husack on Tuesday May 2, 2023 at the age of 64.

Tom is survived by his son Cody Husack and Grandchildren Jaycob and Quinton Husack. His siblings Jean (Mike) Crawford, John Husack, Tammy (Blake) Cowles, Clifford King. His nieces Kim (Tom) Reid, Jasmyne (Patrick) Vezeau. His nephews Art (Cathy) Crawford, William (Erin) Husack, Andy Husack, Ben Husack, Brock (Karyn) Cowles and Dawsen King. Tom is also survived by his Great Niece Alysha (Anthony) Newcomb and his Great Nephews William and Alexander Crawford and Alexander Cowles along with his Great-Great Niece Octavia Newcomb and Great-Great Nephews Zachary and Greyson Newcomb; his wonderful, beautiful Auntie Gertrude Litwin, and numerous cousins.

Tom is pre-deceased by his parents Jean and William (Bill) Husack, brother Doran King and nephew Ryan Husack, niece Shelley Crawford.

Tom was born on September 19, 1958 at Margaret Cochenour Memorial Hospital in Cochenour, Ontario. Tom (Tommy) lived his whole life on beautiful McKenzie Island, Ontario and never ventured far from the Island up until his move to Northwood Lodge 5 years ago. Tom loved planes and loved to talk about planes. Up until his recent passing, you could ask him any question about the planes he worked around and he knew the answer every single time-he could tell you what kind of plane it was just by the sound. Tommy worked for OCA Airlines in Red Lake, Ontario, Austin Airways at Cochenour Airport and also at Wild Country Airlines as a dockhand. Fellow colleagues always said, "Tom could pack a plane perfectly-using all the space possible". Tom did work a short time within the Goldmines but found himself being drawn back to working with planes.

Though Tom was a man that kept to himself, he had a very kind soul who loved his family very much and never missed a family gathering at mom and dad's. He was the life of the party and would often tell stories-they were so good that you could never tell if he was pulling your leg or if it actually happened! After a few, he would also go around and sing the song, "I'm a Lumber Jack and I Don't Care" to family members. To this day we've never researched to see if the song was "real" or a song Tom made up-he only always sang the same 2-3 lines. His son Cody and Grandchildren Jaycob and Quinton brought him so much joy, which Tom was very proud of and would talk very fondly of them all and always loved spending time with his son and grandchildren.

Tom had a soft, gentle side to him and loved looking after and nurturing both animals and plants. His childhood dog, Rover never left his side and if he did, Tom would do his "Tarzan" call and Rover would come running, no matter where he was and sit by Tom's side. Tommy had a gift of bringing plants to life, in which they would flourish with the greenest of leaves and the biggest, brightest blooms. This knack of his continued even while he was at Northwood Lodge and many of the staff would often ask Tom, "How do you keep your plants so beautiful"? He loved his garden as well. As kids and even into adulthood, he always somehow beat us to the punch of getting Dad's peas, just when they were ready to eat. He would secretly stand in the garden eating peas. We knew he had been there, for all he left behind was the empty pods-mocking us. Tom loved nature and would often be found just sitting outside on the deck or down at the dock listening to the birds and watching the waves. He loved the call of the loon and would often answer them back. His favourite time of the year was "break-up". He would sit in his old brown truck, down by the lake, watching his fellow islanders crossing the broken ice with their canoes- one foot in and one foot out.

Tom loved to cook and like mom was a great chef. He took pride in his cooking talents. He could literally make anything taste good and was very picky on how things were to be cooked/assembled/presented. He also liked to go fishing and camping. Even though he liked to be out in nature, he was the only "camper" who had to boat home from Little Gold Seekers to have a shower and a shave. Tommy was a great artist and could draw anything free hand. He would often draw Tammy's maps for geography class, until Blake took over the task. Tom was the one who drew the woodpecker on the door of Dad's old 1953 Chevy. He also made a lot of wood work and could also fix anything and make it look like new again. He had so many talents that no one outside of the family ever knew.

We will all miss you dear Tom. No more suffering, no more pain, no more broken heart. You are in a happier place with your best friend Mom and Dad and Doran as your sidekicks. Rest in Peace our dear brother. You will forever be in our hearts.

A public celebration of life will be held at a later date.

Donations in his memory may be made to Lucky Mutts Dog Club or K.A.R.E (Kids Are Recreationally Equal) through the Red Lake Chapel, Box 237, Red Lake, ON P0V 2M0.