Paul was my brother that died in the fire. He was five years old. I used to play
with Paul in the playground all the time and I used to play with him in the woods all the
time too and we used to beat up each other all the time.

He liked sports. He liked games. He loved hockey. He wanted to be a be a hockey a player.

My father’s name was Lee and he was a race car driver. I don’t remember that much.
We used to swim at the lake a lot. I remember the first time that he took me to grammy’s house for Christmas. I remember when I was
like 8 years years old when Paul asked to get his monster truck opened up on December 24th, Christmas Eve.

Way back when.

This page is also dedicated to the memory of:
Laura Brunell (different Laura than who does this page)
Grandma MacInnis

A LOVED ONE’S MESSAGE
Go on and finish
I am at the end of your journey
Think about me
But smile when you do
I am not gone
Just absent from this dimension.
I still exist
I now know only what is good
Where I am
I can still feel
The warmth of the sun
I can still feel the grass under my feet
I can still see you
And your love
But you can’t still see me
But you can still feel my love
Love is one sense that is interdimensional
Even when all other five senses can’t open the door
Love is the sixth and it can open any door
But maybe it’s best to forget that I’m gone
When comparing the short time we spend on earth
To eternal living where I am
It won’t be long before we’re together again.
Remember this and you won’t be sad.
Go ahead and explore the world
Live a wonderful life.
I am right there ahead of you
Waiting for you when you finish

By Laura Gilmour, May, 1998