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Paul Stephen Joseph Forman ❀ Visitors & Flowers

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11 April 2023

Love you ❤💙

Lisa (5sonnen@gmail.com)

23 July 2018

Love you, Paulie.

P.S. I have bipolar as well.

Lisa

7 September 2017

I miss you every day, Paul. You’d be so proud of your kids. They’re absolutely splendid.

Lisa Forman

6 September 2016

Miss you, Paul. Love you forever.

Lisa

11 November 2015

I love you, Paul and I miss you every day

Lisa

“Lisa” (5sonnen@gmail.com)

23 November, 2012
O, Paul, I miss you so much. I’ve been falling apart for so long. I know that if you were here, you would understand and we could help each other. I’ve been wearing your ring on a chain around my neck since January 2005. I love you. I’d love to get another message from you. Whenever you want. I love you. I love you so much. Lise

28 November, 2008
Happy Birthday, Mini
I miss you endlessly and I love you
Lisa

04 September, 2006
It’s not the 6th yet, but you left us on Labour Day. It’ll always be Labour Day. Much harder on the second anniversary than on the first. My love to you and to Bernard. Always, Lisa

28 November, 2005
Thinking of you on your birthday, Paul, missing you more and more
Love, Lisa

11 November, 2005
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep*

I will never break faith with you, my brother
Sleep like a baby
love, Lisa
*John McCrae

“John Kibbee” (jrkibbee@idirect.com)
17 September, 2005
We miss you Paul. Donna called you Pip. We shared a love of Blue Grass and the Blues music. You entertained us with your guitar and harmonica. We still have a tape of that song you recorded at our place. All the ladies of the family loved dancing with you. We enjoyed your sense of humor and often talk about the fun times we had. Your uniqueness has been passed on to your children, Maxine & Simon. Your spirit lives on in our hearts. Love, Aunt Donna & John Kibbee.

“Lisa” (sonnen5@hotmail.com)
09 September, 2005
If you are able, save a place inside of you and save one backward glance when you are leaving for the places they can no longer go. Be not ashamed to say you loved them, though you may or may not have always. Take what they have left and what they have taught you with their dying and keep it with your own. And in that time when men decide and feel safe to call war insane, take one moment to embrace those gentle heroes you left behind.
Major Michael Davis O’Donnell
~laying flowers at your grave with gentle tears~
Paul, I love you
Lisa

20 June, 2005
In memory of Paul, from his Mom. Eight months after his tragic death in Courtenay, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, September 6, 2004, two months before his forty-fourth birthday. O, to hug you, to tell you how we love you, we appreciate the uniqueness of you, we need you. Alas! We will be missing you forever.

APS (aps280@yahoo.com)
19 April, 2005
Please leave my thoughts for Paul and his family, especially his sister, Lisa.
Sincerely,
Ann Patricia Steckel

“Lisa” (sonnen5@hotmail.com)
17 April, 2005
with love from Lisa

Paul Stephen Joseph Forman ✵ 1960-2004

Paul Stephen Joseph Forman

Name at birth:  Paul Stephen Forman
Date of birth:  28/11/1960
Place of birth:  Orillia, Canada
Date of death:  06/09/2004
Place of death:  Courtenay, Canada
Resting place:  St. Michael’s Cemetery, Orillia, Ontario, Canada
Submitted by:  Lisa Forman   (sonnen5@hotmail.com)

 

 

I felt compelled to write something when my brother Paul took his own life last month. It’s just a one-sided chat, really. I could write a book, filling in the spaces, and maybe, someday, I will.

I’ve never met anyone who had a sense of humour so similar to mine, that black, gallows stuff which left other mortals wincing and groaning, as we cackled conspiratorially. I’ll miss that.

My brother Paul’s death has brought me to the ugliest fork-in-the-road terror.

I remember easy, beautiful days when we were tiny, watching our mother prepare our father’s morning eggnog and then waving goodbye to him from the kitchen window as he went off to work. I’d giggle at what I called “Paul’s banana finger”, the lower portion of his ring finger on his left hand, which was hyperpigmented and grew dark hair. Our jaunts with our mother and our youngest brother Greg to our grandparents’ farm, my mother’s beloved “out home” supplemented our lives most happily. Grandpa who had endured a couple of strokes, used to direct us one at a time to light a pipe for him, and then chuckle as he’d tell us to smoke the pipes ourselves. We’d puff away as he regaled us with stories of his youth, dancing in Detroit and visiting the Calgary Stampede. We never tired of his tales, told in the vernacular of the day, eons before the advent of political correctness.

Our favourite days involved “going up the fifth”, the fifth concession of Medonte, outside of Orillia. The world was ours. One sunny afternoon, Paul, Greg, our dear cousin Maureen and I, climbed one of those sweet, rolling hills and found a giant boulder {well, it was giant to us}, only partially moored in the earth. I can see the photo that my mother took with her “it’s only my old” Brownie Hawkeye before we finally succeeded in releasing this huge rock, watching it roll and bounce and crash into the little valley below. Victory!

My relationship with Paul was never easy. We found plenty of opportunities to torment each other. I remember one feud which carried on as we sat eating our pie in front of the television set. I kicked him, whereupon, he turned and stabbed me in the leg with his fork. That certainly pre-empted any more kicks. After several minutes of detente, Paul turned to me, inspecting my puncture wound. “Are you ok”, he asked? “Did you eat your pie with that fork?”, was all I could think to respond. And he had.

The last time I saw Paul was last October 19, in the early morning hours of my forty-fourth birthday. We were dancing at our cousin Matthew’s wedding and Paul spun me around the floor ‘til I was doubling over with laughter. You would have to have seen Paul dance, to believe it. His body was the perfect conduit for the music he loved. He’d take me by the hand in between spins and lead me to the table on which there were some shooters. He take one for each of us, admonishing me that we needed to finish them before some bugger would take them away, and so we danced and spun and laughed and tossed back shooters ‘til they were gone. Our Aunt Donna joined us on the dance floor and we howled with laughter. It was the perfect ending to a wonderful day. Paul and Kim’s beautiful children, Maxine and Simon had been the flower girl and the ring bearer during the wedding ceremony earlier that day. I can see Maxine dancing with her daddy, his arms holding her safely as he gently swirled her around in her glorious and elegant white dress.

Maxine is very shy, as Paul was when he was small. She would take just a little while to warm up to me and then leap into my arms. “It usually takes her a few days, if ever, to warm up to a person like that”, he’d say, beaming, and it was the most rewarding thing he could have said to me. His beloved Maxine Riel.

Our church took part in a Miles For Millions walkathon in 1970, I believe. Paul and I each found many sponsors, but just before the walk, he wiped out on his bicycle, coming down a steep hill on the way home. One of his front teeth was knocked out, and he was too injured to participate in the walk. I went, however, but the weather was not kind. Rain forced a lot of people to quit at the eight mile mark. I trudged along, determined to finish the twenty-six miles. My parents brought my dear Grandma out in the car and found me on the route, imploring me to stop walking. I was stubborn and wouldn’t have given in, anyway, but in my mind, I was also walking for Paul, because he could not. I finished.

Until he dated Mary, who has a memory at least as sharp as mine, Paul was always suspicious of my ability to recall events. He used to scowl and mutter, “Lisa remembers the day she was born”. Well, Paulie, not quite, but I remember lots and will be here to tell your stories to your children, Maxine and Simon. I promise.

Peace, bro.

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Arthur William Ford ❀ Visitors & Flowers

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21 October 2015

I think of you every day, never forgotten.
Love you always. Maureen x x

“Maureen Ford” (arfurmo@btinternet.com)

21 October, 2013
Thinking of you today Arf, 17 years a long time, a candle burns brightly for you. All my love miss you still. Maureen XX

21 October, 2012
Another candle has been lit in your memory Arf, thinking of you always, love and miss you. I hope Poppy has found you and can go walkies together. Love Maureen XX

03 May, 2012
Happy Birthday Arf, I have lit a candle for you to day like always. Miss and love you. Maureen x x

21 October, 2011
Another candle burns brightly for you today Arf!! Thinking of you as always, always in my thoughts, all my love. Maureen and family x x x x

03 May, 2011
Wishing you a happy birthday Arf, thinking of you on your birthday, still in my heart as always never forgotten, love Maureen x x

03 May, 2010
Happy birthday Arf love and miss you always, Maureen x x x x

21 October, 2009
Thinking of you to-day Arf, Your candle is burning brightly, love and miss you still, our little Granddaughter Louise has just won her first gold medal for gymnastics, I hope it is the first of many. All my love Maureen x x x x

05 May, 2009
happy Birthday Arf, always thinking of you love & kisses Maureen x x x x

mark_s_ford@btinternet.com
21 October, 2008
Thinking of you today, Dad.
I miss you.
Love,
Mark

“Maureen Ford” (arfurmo@btinternet.com)
03 May, 2008
Happy birthday Arf, love & miss you Maureen x x

08 March, 2008
Happy Golden Anniversary Arf!! I hope you like the flowers, Love Maureen & Family x x x x x

21 October, 2007
Thinking of you today Arf, the 11th anniversary of your passing, I have a candle burning for you, love from Maureen & family x x x x

03 May, 2007
Happy birthday Arf, Still miss you lots, love, Maureen & family x x x

21 October, 2006
Thinking of you today Arf! this tenth anniversary of your passing, you are always in my heart. Love you.Maureen x x

03 May, 2006
Happy Birthday Arthur, from Maureen with all my love x x x x

03 May, 2005
Happy Birthday Arf!! love Maureen & Family x x x x x x we all love you.

21 October, 2004
Thinking of you today Arf, I send you flowers with all my love, miss you, Maureen x x

Arfurmofor@aol.com
02 May, 2004
Happy birthday Arthur always thinking of you, love Maureen x x x x

02 May, 2003
Leaving flowers for your Birthday Arf, Happy Birthday love Maureen x x

08 March, 2003
Happy 45, Anniversary Arthur, Love and miss you. Maureen. x x x x Thinking of you more today

“mark ford” (mark.ford3@virgin.net)
12 January, 2003
Hi Dad,
From Mark.

Arfurmofor@aol.com
21 October, 2002
I was thinking of you to-day Arf, how fast the time has gone by, six years already! still miss and love you,
Maureen x x x x x x

Lolford2@aol.com
10 July, 2001
Hello Dad, I thought I’d better update you with the news that you are a grandfather at last!! Ian and I had a little girl, Louise Alexandra, born on 30th April 2001 in Jersey, Channel Islands. She’s a Taurus, just like you!! Lots of love, Loraine, Ian and Louise xxxxxxxx

Arfurmofor@aol.com
16 june, 2001
Thinking of you this Father’s Day Arf, now Loraine has made us grandpearents for the first time with a darling little granddaughter Louise, all my love Maureen x x x x

17 October, 1999
Arthur missing you still on this the third Anniversary of your passing. You are always in my heart.
Love Maureen,
God bless x x x x

18 April, 1999
Arthur, thinking of you on your birthday, you are always in my thoughts, I love you, Maureen x x x x

MarkFord (mark.ford3@virgin.net)
07 December, 1998
Dad,
I was thinking about You today, then I find out About this Memorial Strange how things connect. Sleep Well Love, Mark & Alison xxx

Arfurmofor@aol.com
07 December, 1998
To Arthur missing you still God bless love you always. From wife Maureen x x x x

Loraine Stewart Scott (Lolford2@aol.com)
19 November, 1998
Flowers, from his daughter.

Arthur William Ford ✵ 1936-1996

Arthur William Ford

Name at birth:  Arthur William Ford
Date of birth:  03/05/36
Place of birth:  Southall, Middlesex, UK
Date of death:  21/10/96
Place of death:  London, UK
Resting place:  Breakspeare Cemetery, Ruislip, Middlesex, UK
Submitted by:  Loraine Stewart Scott  (lolford2@aol.com)

 

 

Who is that man with the gentle face
Who in his youth kept a hectic pace
To provide for his family all that he could
Who is that man so giving and good?

Who is that man with the ready smile
Who always took time to sit for a while
He was there when his family needed him there
Who is that man with the grey in his hair?

Who is that man who encouraged us all
And helped us up when we took a fall
Spending a lifetime extending his hand
Who is that kind, compassionate man?

Who is that man who we all adore
The man these words of devotion are for?
I’ll tell you with all the love that I can
ARTHUR was that truly exceptional man!

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Robert Edward Flint Sr. ✵ 1917-1990 

Name at birth:  	 Robert Edward Flint, Sr. 
Date of birth:  	 4-15-17 
Place of birth:  	 North Loup, Nebraska, USA 
Date of death:  	 3-7-90 
Place of death:  	 Charleston, WV, USA 
Place of burial:  	 Sunset Memorial Park, Charleston, WV, USA

Finally hung up the Hoe.

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Gerald Frye Fleming ❀ Visitors & Flowers

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Maria Ekstrand (ekstrand@slip.net)
Tue, 26 Nov 1996

I leave a beautiful red Poinsetta in memory of your dad to comfort you during this holiday season. Take care,
Maria
(another daughter whose dad lost his battle to lung cancer last year)

“Elizabeth F.” (ebrake@sirius.com)
Wed, 05 Jun 1996

Happy early Father’s day, Daddy. I’m going to Europe this week, so I’m leaving you flowers now. I wish I could tell you all about my trip, but I think you are watching over me.

Love, Elizabeth

Gerald Frye Fleming ✵ 1933-1995 

Name at birth:    Gerald Frye Fleming 
Date of birth:    19/07/1933 
Place of birth:   Ligonier, PA, USA 
Date of death:    28/04/1995 
Place of death:   San mateo, CA, USA 
Place of burial:  Green Mountain Cemetery, Ligonier

Submitted by: Elizabeth Fleming (EeeBrake@aol.com)

He was my daddy. I miss him very much. He enjoyed sports and trout fishing, and worked for IBM for almost 30 years. My dad fought in the Korean War, serving in the Air Force.

He died after a year-long battle with lung cancer. He fought well.

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Priscilla Barnes FitzGerald ✵ 1914-1996 

Name at birth:    Priscilla Barnes 
Date of birth:    21 December 1914 
Place of birth:   Scituate, Mass., USA 
Date of death:    20 January 1996 
Place of death:   Boston, Mass., USA 
Place of burial:  Mt. Hope, Scituate, Mass., USA

Submitted by: Polly Kimmitt (PKimmitt@aol.com)

Loving and kind to all. A great mother and an inspiration of strength and dignity.

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