MOYLAN: William Edward Moylan passed away at home in Lloydminster, AB on December 22, 2025, at the age of 81 years, just shy of his 82nd birthday. Bill is survived by: children, Patti Johnston (Todd), Kelly Moylan (Catherine) and Deanne Moylan-Eggen (Kurt); grandchildren, Dillon, Nate and Charlie Johnston and Emily and Josh Eggen; siblings, Patricia Jenkins, Marilyn Labrecque (Peter), Jean Ottenbreit (Robert), Kenneth Moylan (Del) and Mildred “Mick” Sarmaga; siblings-in-laws, Gwen Borko (Orest), Dwaine Laycock (Diane) and Noel Wideman (Lonnie); special friend, Julie Rayson; and numerous nieces and nephews. Bill is predeceased by: his loving wife, Lorna Moylan; parents, William and Vera Moylan; in-laws, Coral and Hilda Laycock; siblings, Clinton Moylan and Donnie Moylan; siblings-in-law, Leslie Laycock, Donald Jenkins, Donald Labrecque and Linda Moylan; and nephew, Michael Simons. Dad never met a stranger. He could talk to anyone, anywhere, about just about anything—and usually did. Nurses, bank tellers, waitresses, grocery store clerks… he teased them all, and somehow they all adored him for it. He had a way of making people feel seen, even if it came wrapped in sarcasm. Dad believed deeply in hard work and doing a job right. No shortcuts. No corner-cutting. You took care of what you had, and you respected the work that went into it. If something was broken because someone hadn’t looked after it properly, his patience ran thin—but if someone needed help, and he could give it, he was there. No questions asked. When asked how he was doing, his standard replies were, “Well, I could complain, but no one would listen,” or “I’m still sucking air.” He hated snow on his driveway. Especially if you drove on it and packed it down. And yet, he was also the guy who took his tractor down the street to plow the entire block, just because it needed to be done. Dad loved to tease—especially our mom. One Christmas, he bought her a winter coat, knowing full well that she liked to sneak a peek at her gifts. So he took us kids into the basement, let us smash bottles and mason jars, sealed the broken glass into plastic bags, and taped them inside the box. When Mom shook the gift and thought she’d broken it, Dad laughed about that prank for years. That was him—playful, clever, and endlessly amused by a good joke. As a father, Dad showed love by providing. He worked away for much of our childhood as a long-haul truck driver, and while he wasn’t always home, his love showed up in responsibility, reliability, and sacrifice. He wasn’t someone who expressed his feelings easily with words. Acts of service were his language. Fixing things. Helping neighbours. Showing up. Being there. That’s how he loved. As a grandfather, his softer side shone through. He took his granddaughter on road trips where she got to decide every turn—left, right, wherever she pointed. Somehow, they always ended up at the clock tower for cheese pizza, just the way she liked it. Those moments were pure joy for him. Dad didn’t have an easy life. He left home at 15 with a grade 8 education and lost his father at a young age. He carried responsibility early, and he carried it with strength. If you needed a piano moved, Dad was your guy. He once told us that his grip strength came from hauling five-gallon pails of water to animals on the farm—eventually learning to carry them by taking one finger off at a time, until he could lift a full pail with just one. If you ever shook his hand, you knew that story was true. Dad leaves behind a legacy of hard work, gentle sarcasm, playful teasing for those lucky enough to be in his inner circle, and a deep belief in connection—being there for the people you love. He leaves behind stories, laughter, firm handshakes, and roads cleared after a snowfall. Most of all, he leaves behind a family who loved him deeply and wishes we had more time. Dad, we hope you knew how loved and cherished you were. We’ll carry your lessons, your humour, and your strength with us—always. The Funeral Service for William was conducted from Grace United Church, Lloydminster, AB on Wednesday, December 31, 2025. Donations in memory of Bill may be made to donor’s charity of choice. We would like to thank McCaws, Reverend Mafuleka and the church ladies for the beautiful service and lunch. Thank you to dad’s nephews for being pallbearers. All the cards, flowers, donations and messages were truly appreciated.
