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Kenneth Wills Short
October 3, 1925 - November 3, 2015
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<div itemprop="description">Passed away peacefully in Toronto on Tuesday, November 3, 2015 in his 91st year. Beloved husband of Dorothy Mae Adams, and predeceased in 1980 by wife Joyce Hilda (nee Loudon) mother of his children. Loving father of daughter Christine and husband Richard Gould; daughter Marilyn and husband Jeff Weiss; son Tim and wife Rhonda (nee Collins); and daughter &ndash;in-marriage Kathryn Adams. A kind soul with a wonderful sense of humour, he was much loved by his whole family, including his eight grandchildren, Matt and Alex Gould, Asher Weiss, Taylor, Riley and Tanner Short, Victoria and Adrianna Legg. A graduate of the University of Toronto in Civil Engineering, his consulting engineering career spanned 50 years, two thirds as principal of his own practice. His family extends sincere thanks to the wonderful 4th floor nursing staff at the Dunfield Retirement Residence who cared for Ken so well. Interment at York Cemetery. A private celebration of Ken&rsquo;s life will be held in December. Memorial donations to the Canadian Cancer Society would be appreciated. <br /> <br /> <br />THE BRIDGE BUILDER <br />An old man, going a lone highway, <br />Came at the evening cold and gray <br />To a chasm, vast and deep and wide, <br />Through which was flowing a sullen tide. <br />The old man crossed in the twilight dim- <br />That sullen stream had no fears for him; <br />But he turned when he reached the other side <br />And built a bridge to span the tide. <br /> <br />&ldquo;Old man,&rdquo; said a fellow pilgrim near, <br />&ldquo;You are wasting strength in building here. <br />Your journey will end with the ending day, <br />You never again must pass this way. <br />You have crossed the chasm deep and wide, <br />Why build you the bridge at the eventide?&rdquo; <br /> <br />The builder lifted his old gray head. <br />&ldquo;Good friend, in the path I have come,&rdquo; he said, <br />&ldquo;There followeth after me today a youth <br />Whose feet must pass this way. <br />This chasm that has been naught to me, <br />To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be. <br />He too, must cross in the twilight dim- <br />Good friend, I am building a bridge for him.&rdquo; <br /> <br />Dromgoole <br /></div>