Cory Lane Berg, 57 years old, passed away while sleeping in his semi-truck on August 22nd 2019 in Nampa, ID. He was born 3/17/1962 in Fargo, ND. He was preceded in death by his parents, Arne and Averil Berg, the soul-mate and love of his life, Necie Smith, who he shared a home with in Barnesville, MN., and several Aunts and Uncles and all of his Grandparents. He is survived by: his sister, Darla (Greg) Irwin, and two brothers, Joe Berg and Marty Berg, two aunts, many cousins and several nieces and nephews and his dog Roxy. A Celebration of Life will be held at Faith+Journey Lutheran Church, West Fargo, on Friday 9/27/19 at 2:00 pm with a luncheon following. Cory served in the Army Reserve National Guard from 1981 to 1987 and was honorably discharged. In his younger years he enjoyed being a Cub Scout, family bike rides, playing outdoors with siblings and neighborhood friends from dawn until dusk, building tree forts, snowmobiling, sledding at the toboggan slide, several summer family vacations around the Western part of the US, camping at Fort Ransom and Little Yellowstone Park and weekend visits to grandparents in McLeod, ND to play with cousins, and Fort Ransom, ND to ride our horse, Blondie, and play on the farm. Cory graduated from West Fargo High School in 1981. Cory’s chosen profession was as a long haul semi-truck driver where he developed a passion for collecting “can’t pass up this bargain!” items at truck stops all over the country and gifting those items to probably everyone reading this. He was very generous. Cory was a kid at heart. He loved all children. At any family gathering you knew Cory was there if you heard ear piercing squeals and extremely loud peals of laughter from all of his nieces and nephews as they were being chased by him and then you would look over and see one hanging on his arm, one clinging to a leg, one wrapped around his neck and a couple of more trying to climb the other leg. When he was around kids he BECAME a kid. He always wanted to have children. He had a stillborn daughter who he rocked in his arms while he said his tender goodbyes. For the rest of us it was and is now, “later” or “see ya”.