Ian Stuart Cameron

It is with incredible sadness that we share the loss of our son Ian Stuart Cameron on September 18th 2025. He is survived by his mother Janet and father Norman and his younger brothers Leigh and Sean.

Ian was born on October 28th 1985 at St. Joseph’s Hospital in Toronto. He came into our lives as a gift and an answer to many prayers. As a child he was happy, healthy and physically strong. He was a quick study, brave and rarely complained. He seldom cried when he fell down and clad only in a diaper before his second birthday he climbed a step ladder to hammer nails into the roof covering his new sand box. He taught himself to ride a two wheel bike one sunny afternoon just before his fifth birthday. We nicknamed him Ian Knievel because he showed no fear. Ian learned to play several musical instruments in addition to participating in many different local sports. Cross country running, lacrosse, hockey, golf, but he excelled in downhill ski racing. He was a risk-taker and determined, going as fast as he could. And it paid off! He was on the podium almost his entire skiing career but humble when he succeeded. As a boy he was busy and energetic, likeable, kind, funny, and generous to a fault, a protective big brother and a loyal son.

Ian could not wait to start his life, leaving home to seek adventure. He worked in logging and landscaping in both Ontario and British Columbia. Ian spent many summers of his early years working in the family business with co-workers Ken, Tim and others. Later, as an adult he again spent several years helping his dad often joined in the summers by his brothers Leigh, and occasionally Sean. Ian is one of those gifted people that could do anything with his hands. Power tools were mere extensions of his body. He had a mathematical mind to work out dimensions and angles.

Having spent many years seeking and living an adventurous life elsewhere, Ian returned to Huntsville. We would like to believe he wanted to make up for lost time at home in earlier years. Ian struggled for many years overcoming challenges and he became successful by his own determination. He was directing his attention toward his future. Ian was in the final stages of acquiring and finishing the missing elements of his schooling. He was registered and looking forward to college courses beginning in January. He was excited and had selected a course designed to help and counsel other people facing the many challenges in life he himself had learned to overcome. He focused on helping himself by helping others.

Ian was a complicated and private person but very outgoing and made friends easily. All of us knew bits about Ian but not the whole story. He was affectionate and showed his love through frequent hugs but he also wanted his personal space from a very young age. When he shared he was thoughtful and considerate, insightful and incredibly intelligent. When his curiosity was aroused he loved to set out and discover the answer. His most recent interests were gardening and astronomy and the new discovery of comets passing by.

Ian became an avid gardener. This summer Ian shared the fruits of his labour from his garden at the dinner table every night. His garden was a masterpiece of architecture and a source of pride. He was always busy working on yet another project. The garage, shop or back yard always had a new project underway. He designed and built things and showed imagination. He skillfully and thoughtfully framed a print of the newly refurbished Madill Church which will be forever cherished. His curiosity about the world, his creativeness and attention to detail and the results of his work impressed and awed. In preparation for his college courses he wrote sophisticated essays on subjects that interested him like astronomy, the effects of media on society and nuclear power.

Ian had made many good friends in life wherever he went. His short life was packed with action. He was cast of the same material as shooting stars. He will be forever missed by all those he touched. We will never move on from losing him, only adapt.

Our collective hearts are shattered.

A celebration of life to be planned at a later date.

In lieu of flowers please direct any donation to The Table Soup Kitchen Foundation in Huntsville.