Wayne Lane

It is with great sadness that the family of the late Alison “Wayne” Lane announce his sudden passing at his home in Deep Cove, Pleasantview.   He was 70 years of age. 

Wayne worked many years at Beothuck Ford as a Tow Truck Driver, then to go onto many more years with Trans Island Towing.  He was a Mechanic who loved his job; he always had to be doing something.  Wayne loved the woods, mainly getting wood with Betty.  He loved his Kubota and helping others with it.  Wayne was always there to help others in any way he could.  He loved his family, especially his grandkids.  He loved to torment them, as well as others. Wayne had many friends, whom he thought a lot of and would help them in any way he could.

He was predeceased by his parents Sammy and Cora Lane; brother Dennis (Sammy) Lane.  Left to mourn his wife of 48 years, Betty; his children Darren (Terri) Lane; daughter Dawn (Sean) Etheridge; sister Denise (Dennis) Feaver; brothers Keith (Nedra) Lane; Dale Lane; grandchildren Douglas, Daniel, Ally and Seanah. Also leaving to mourn are Betty’s family; sisters Joan (Hedley) Wiseman, Shirley Canning, Glennys (Tony) Canning, Loretta (Melvin) Moss; brothers Whitfield (Bina) Roberts, Barry (Dale) Jennings, Larry (Roxanne) Jennings, Bond (Marina) Jennings and Willie (Patsy) Jennings.  Lieutenants Barry and Jessie Austin will conduct the funeral service from the Salvation Army Citadel, Pt. Leamington, on Monday, March 16, 2020 at 2 P.M.  Funeral arrangements entrusted to Hoskins Funeral Home, Botwood.  Pallbearers will be his grandchildren Douglas and Daniel Lane, Ally Etheredge, Clayton Ward, Rick Brett and Ed Hillier.  Honorary pallbearers will be his brothers Keith, Dale and sister Denise.

In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the Mental Health Association.



The soul of man is like a ship that sails on the sea of time. 
The storms many come, winds may blow and rock this ship of mine,
but the reason my ship never sank and today is still afloat,
my compass is His precious word and Jesus pilots my boat.

I won’t sail the stormy seas no more unless Jesus leads the way. 
I won’t ever drift so far from the shore; I can’t hear what he has to say.
I belong to a fleet that sails today on a glorious one way trip.
We’ll land safely on shore to sail no more for Jesus pilots my ship. 

My ship pulled into safety’s port, my stern was torn apart. 
The bow of her vessel was so badly crushed sins waters flooded my heart. 
I had drifted along on life’s angry waves with my cargo of fear and despair. 
I called on his name and lifted the blame, now he pilots my ship everywhere.