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Memories

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Ates, Murat Ates, Yusef Attas, Robin Aydemir, Nusret
Baumgartner, Maria Boyle, Mike Coleman, Adam Coleman, Sara Cribbs, Sandra Dueck, Jason

Murat Ates

Yusef Ates

Robin Attas

Nusret Aydemir

Maria Baumgartner

Mike Boyle

Adam Coleman

Sara Coleman

Jason Dueck

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Sandra Cribbs



Jason and I have been through so much together, that picking a few memories is not enough. I fear this may be long. The first one that stands out to me is in grade eight at a dance, when we were both sitting out for a slow song. I was sitting on a chair, he on the table behind me. He started to sing, and for those of you who might not have ever heard him put his heart and soul into a song, I assure you, he could sing really well. Like REALLY well. The next one that really stands out to me was on the last Monday before school started in grade nine. This night was THE one that we became good friends on. We had been decent friends for a while, hanging around with each other more often, and that night I was supposed to stay over at his house. My mom, being her usual self I guess, said no to the sleepover at the last moment. I called Jason's house, got a busy signal, and told my mom that I would just walk over to Jay's to tell him I couldn't stay. He greeted me with one of his trademark wide grins, and from then I got the feeling that I was gonna have a great friendship with Jason. So I stayed the night at his place. He showed me irc and made a disk with winzip, mIRC, and icq on it. I would have never met Erin without that disk. We talked about a lot of things that night, as if we had been friends forever. You guys all know that when he talked to you, it wasn't a speech. It was a conversation. He would listen to what you had to say, really care, and tell you how he felt. That night, incidentally, was also the one where he began to teach me about what was going on in wrestling at the time. We watched wwf RAW, and I saw the best match I have seen to this day. I got hooked, and Jason taught me a lot about wrestling. We weren't addicts. We didn't obsess over what was going on, but it was fun to watch together. When Owen Hart died (falling onto the ring from a broken cable very high) Jason was touched and cut a newspaper clipping on his wall to go with everything else you've seen there. The next major memory with Jason was at the grade nine (the best) bike trip. You all have to admit that grade nine was the best of any of the bike trips. When everyone else there at the time was being pretty mean to him one night (ONLY for the trivial point that Nila didn't want to go out with him. Kind of makes you think about what ACTUALLY matters doesn't it?), I went into his tent and at first we just listened to music for a while. We both felt better about a lot of things instantly. We talked there in his tent for all passer-by�s to hear about our deepest feelings about the world, and I�m sure that a lot of you in nearby tents heard at least one or another chunks of that talk. Back from a brief bawl, I must go on to say that grade nine was a year where Jason and I shared a lot of things. I got him playing soccer, both Varsity and indoor, I started to play badminton at nights at the school, which I soon invited him to. You all know how good at both soccer and badminton that Jason was. PS if you don't, he was our best defence-man on the varsity team. In badminton, last year I watched an amazing game between him and Matt Rueckert that Matt eventually won 13-11. I had the joy of playing Matt right after that, and all I basically had to do was show up because Jason had exhausted Matt. For some reason though, Jason and I never fully functioned as doubles partners. I think it was because we would always talk and make jokes during the game and have a lot of fun but never actually concentrate. Jason and I played later. I was on fire, he wasn't, but we scheduled a rematch for this Christmas break. I lost. I don�t think he won though. In the spring of grade nine, Jason got me watching star wars. So naturally, when episode one came out and I went to the city, I called him right away to get him to come with me. That may have been the best trip to Winnipeg I have ever had. We hooked up his disc-man to the car and we sung all the way there. That's when I told him how good he was at singing. We both knew I sucked, but he encouraged me and helped me with the confidence it takes to not care about something as trivial as that. Jason was good at that. He knew what mattered. He knew what didn't. He was teaching me about that all the time. Back to Winnipeg. I bought the eve 6 CD that day, he picked up a Supertones CD, and we watched Star wars. On the way back we sung. The feeling of freedom that you get from being with a great friend without a trouble in the world is price-less; I discovered that fact that day. May long weekend (grade nine) was a weekend I will never forget. I had the seemingly impossible chore of building a fence in my yard around all that rock. I went out in the yard and had a bitch of a time doing it, especially because that rock area behind my house extends under the soil in my yard. Frustrated, I called Jason and started whining about my chore. He promptly came over and offered help. Saturday and Sunday we built that fence, and we had the best time ever. Nobody could make a chore feel so good like Jason Wilson. We listened to music and talked about a lot of things as we worked, and he and I (well mostly he) barbequed supper for my family Saturday night. It was such a great feeling to have someone blend into my family so well. Oh do you all remember the fateful four days Sara and I went out? Jason and I talked about that, and he encouraged me that I had nothing to lose. Looking back, I can laugh at Sara and my little feud, and realise that Jason was right. That weekend Jason and I rearranged his basement. For about a week in summer before grade ten, I was annoyed at Jason for hacking a couple of my passwords. Just so you know, he caused no harm. But I overreacted and posted a poll on my web page entitled 'what do you hate most about Jason Wilson' It lasted exactly 6 hours before I was hounded by a whole lot of you and others who knew that I had nothing to be mad at him for and that there wasn't a whole lot to hate. My poll received no votes. Jason forgave me for that, and we were friends again pretty soon. Another great memory was the day he got me hooked on Great Big Sea. We went to the Pan-Am games festival, where Great Big Sea entertained 50,000 and we danced like there was no tomorrow. Incidentally, I never did get Sara Swanson's phone number. On the way home, we all sung in my van and Jason consumed the most slurpy that I have ever seen consumed. We also went to Great Big Sea's concert at the "Walker" theatre that October. It was that same summer if I am not mistaken that Brent, Jason, and I went to Winnipeg together. This was the day that Jason taught me the wonders of value village. For any of you who recognize my gray golf shirt or the blue soccer jersey I have that says 'young guns', Jason picked those out, and seeing I was hopeless at finding clothes at VV, gave them to me. Jason cared a lot less about material things than most anyone I know. A great deal of my uncaring for such things comes from learning from Jason. Grade ten saw us have a great time singing Weird Al around a campfire. Oh wait!!!! You should all know that up until that summer, I didn't really like Weird Al. It was Jason who got me hooked! Yeah he played Yoda and Amish paradise for me and I became an addict and not ashamed to be one. I bought running with scissors (an Al album) and Jason and I had fun writing parodies to his songs. Its All About the Vitamins soon became a chart topper. Jason wrote one to a Backstreet Boys song that I still sing. "All you people can't you see can't you see, how your cash is affecting Nick's LSD. Any time he's down, you can make him high, and that makes you dumber than bricks." Grade ten was our year of dominance in Reach. We made reach fun. Maria would go off on her own, Bilsky would do similar, and Jason and I would take the time to talk and to shop and stuff. I will never forget sprinting down an icy sidewalk past Polo Park to the future shop and almost getting run over when I slipped onto the road. Jason pulled me back and we waited for the street to clear. Reach was also the event that saw Jason and I go to meet a 'friend' of mine in Winnipeg who was supposed to sell me drugs. I was never going to do them, but I was having quite the adventure pretending. Jason knew this and came with me. I mean who would go with a friend so they could 'pick up' drugs. PS I didn't pick up any drugs. Jay and I would take a lot of time after reach to talk about things. We convinced each other to start reading (classics). K you all know that I love Christina Aguilera. Why? Not because she is hot. PS she's really hot. Not because I particularly like her singing. PS she can sing. It�s because of the fun I had doing air-bands to her music. That was the original reason. When Nila and Sara went up there after an air-band day just to fool around to �Genie in a Bottle�, I was talking to Jason and I asked him if I should go up there and make an ass of myself. He said yes. I didn't move. So he pushed me in the general direction of the stage, and I ran up there and did my best feminine sex dance. Jason ALWAYS encouraged me to forget about what people thought and just have some fun. Through wearing Lex's bikini top for French to wearing vv clothes to being simply insane at times, Jason of all people gave me the most actual support instead of just laughing. He laughed too. One night, and this is the only memory far out of chronological order, we went to Gilbert school and played capture the flag with the people in Tim Stokes' grade. The first thing I noticed about Jason, my opponent was dude, and he was fast! Before this time I had always been able to fairly easily outrun him like I do a lot of people. Yes go me. But I had to run to avoid his run, sprint to avoid his sprint. On the way to a his house after school one day for a French project, I commented that I was surprised how athletic he was all of a sudden. I will never forget this conversation. He admitted that it was pretty sudden, and went on to explain to me that he had a "weak" diaphragm. He told me that every once in a while it started to act up, that he would get minor cramps, and when he was exercising he would have to cut it short. I asked him if it was still a problem, and he said no, it hadn't bothered him for a while, hence his new athleticism. I then passed the topic by, thinking to myself that this was the guy who had got me into weightlifting and had lifted with me for almost two years, and that he was getting better at sports all the time. Each time he would be able to do something new in sport or have a new accomplishment, I would actually tell him how proud I was of him. Stupid fucking diaphragm. As I realise that I have typed way too much, and have told you more than you want to know at the same time as not having gotten a whole lot off of my chest. The last two memories I have to share aren't that long. The going away party that he arranged for me as I headed off to UCC was perfect in every sense. He even convinced my mom to extend my curfew until 12. Incidentally, I was grounded at the time. I don�t thing Jason ever earned such punishment. The very last time I talked to Jason was on a weekend where I went with a friend to a Chapters book store on Yonge St. I had the impulse that I wanted to call Jason, and gave in to my urge. We talked a while on the phone in the store, and we joked that by the end of my grade 13 year at UCC I might have worked as hard in school as he had by his graduation. Jason didn't want to hold up my friend, so he let me go. That was the last time I ever talked to him The Sunday I believe preceding his death, I called Catherine's house and talked to her for a while. She eventually had to leave on parent's request but I overheard that Jason was going over to her house in a couple hours so I thought of calling her back to say hi to him. I didn't. I hope I have not bored any of you, and while I believe that no word I can say or thing I can do can make anything better for anyone, there are some things that make it easier. Jason taught me a freaking lot of things. The one that will live longest are to not worry about what doesn't matter. He taught me that during life as well as now. Oh, this is something I read on the heed page, that was a kick ass time as well: By: GM Jason & GM Murat (ay) 9/23/99 9:01pm Hey Mr. Reid, We just have to say that this page RULES SO MUCH! We both love it. You should get more pictures of HEED though. But still, this page is infinitely better than we both expected it to be. Way to go. We should get that HEED finished before it snows though :)

Yusef Ates I think it's a wonderful Idea. I knew Jason in various circumstances. Last time it was at the grocery store. Jason and Brent were placing various items on to shelves. I joked about where they hid the rice I was looking for, and they simply smiled. One thing I remember well was when we were short on people during in-door soccer (not much fun when there are not enough players): Somebody would callJason.., and he was there 5 minutes later. I believe I told him this: He had amazingly accurate shots. Thanks for this.

			The very first thing that comes to mind when I think of Jason is his amazing dramatic talents--which I recall most vividly from How To Eat Like A Child... I'll never forget the malicious grins he gave me as my "brother" in "How To Torture Your Sister", or his graciousness in allowing me to squirt an entire can of whipped cream on his head at every rehearsal. Watch out for random squirting when we meet again, Jason!! :)

	I don't have a lot of personal memories with Jason, but I'd like to share my impression of him with you. Pinawa is a very small town and most people probably won't be able to recall when they met someone for the very first time. People in Pinawa see each other all time, everywhere; the "mall", the post office, school, endless parties and soon. Well, believe it or not, I do recall the first time I met Jason. It was many years ago, when Jason was just starting to learn badminton. I believe he was just about 12 years old, give or take a year. It was a Wednesday evening (kids' night at badminton). As a "grown up", I was, very impressed with this young fellow who took his time at the court, very seriously. In later years, I've met Jason on many other occasions, mostly sports activities. As usual, Jason could always be counted on; a, very competitive sportsman, compassionate, thoughtful person. I am very glad I've met him. He was a child who would make any parent very proud.

		I haven't hung out with Wilson as long as some of you guys have, but I do have a few cherished memories. First of all, how could I forget Romeo and Juliet, the suit and the cowboy hat say it all! Then there's Reach tournaments, last year he and Murat used to go off talking about computers, taking over the world, I don't really know, but they always left me with Bilsky. Well I quickly ditched him, he was too busy styling the ladies anyway, and I'd tag along with the other two and put in my two cents. Then there's all our practices, me bitching at everyone for not memorizing their international capitals, and Wilson and Murat were always there to tell me to shut up! I guess that something else I'll miss, I need someone to tell me to shut up and know my role since Murat's gone as well. There's the times when we used to discuss wrestling, but that got dropped last June when I had to start studying for exams, when I was actually playing Sims... Last year he had a locker beside mine and I used to tease him, Murat, and William about the huge mess they had that took that entire row of lockers... This spring break, alcohol-beach-cops-amen. And watching eyes wide shut at his house when Nila fell asleep on Derek's crotch! This summer with Grad, LdB fireworks, driving me to my first driving test, Murat's going away party, my going away party, summer nights, all that! This year's bike trip was fun, especially since it'd been my first one since grade eight. The Christmas choir and jazz band, Hobbit's White Christmas and all that. His grey suit, Maria gets dreamy look in her eyes. His sex perfume, gravity or something? His love for God and Catherine. There's so much more, but I guess everybody knows that! Here's a proverb to live by: Time Eases All Things, Sophocles. God Bless (or just be strong if you hate when people preach God and you don't believe or whatever your thoughts may be blah blah blah)

		It was in the summer and me, jay, Catherine, and Sara stayed up till like 5:00 talking in Jay's car. This was like 2 days after Jay got his license. So there's me, Catherine in the back and Sara and Jay up in front listening to the blaring music and well the girls went outside to have a girl talk for a moment. That is when Jay and me talked. We were talking like we had never talked before. He was saying stuff to me that he never had said to anyone before. He said that he could always trust me and that I was his dear friend from when we were kids and he didn't want us to lose that. He always used to tell me stuff way before anyone else knew about it and that is what I am going to miss the most from him. He was a caring friend that opened his heart to everyone. He never held anything to himself. I am going to miss you guy.

			I remember him coming over and whipping me and Nick's ass at Quake III

	Last year sometime I was having a lot of personal problems, ones that I didn't share with anyone. I got an e-mail from him. It said that he could see something was wrong, and that he cared. He didn't push to get all the details, just let me know that he was there no matter what. I immediately e-mailed him, ranting and raving about how nothing was wrong with me, and that he should leave me alone. I continued writing e-mails to others, and just when I was about to leave, I noticed there was another new message from Wilzen. So, I read it, and no matter how mean I had been to him, he was patient with me. He just wouldn't stop saying that he cared, which isn't a shocker since we all know that he never just stopped caring. We continued sending e-mails back and forth for a LONG time that night, and that week, that month, etc, and he calmed me down, and helped me out. He is one of the few people I felt really understood that part of me, and I'm so glad that he had the patience to deal with me. I will miss him forever, and never forget that night.

	It's taken me quite awhile, as you can tell, to come up with the right words to share my memories of Jason. And honestly, as you all probably know, there aren't enough words to describe what a super person Jason was. Just saying that he was a good friend, doesn't seem enough. He was a great person with an incredibly huge heart. He also was able to teach everyone something from his short time here with us. Just from reading the memories from all of you, seems to have taught me more about him. Because I moved away just as we reached the point where everyone got to get to know each other better, I never really got the chance to get as close to Jason as you guys but I feel I've learned alot more about him just from his memories. For me, most of all I remember his great spirit and how he was able to help anyone no matter what. If someone made fun of him one minute and the next minute they needed help, he was able to forgive them and help them. He also always did his best at everything that was put infront of him, no matter how stupid he looked. I remember band classes with him in grade 7. It was always so much fun. Jason and the 'pichinio' incident. He always told me I'd never live that one down. He knows what I'm talking about!! He never seemed to get mad at me either when I opened his spit-valve on him when he was playing.... Oh, band class used to be so much fun. In those fun e-mail surveys we all love, Jason always said that his goal was to play in a stage band or a swing band; maybe one day I'll do that for him and think of him. I think the biggest lesson Jason has taught me is to live life to the fullest and not take anything for granted. People always tell you to live life to the fullest but it never really takes a meaning until something like this happens. I like to think that God took Jason cause he felt he was needed in heaven. Jason was always a happy- kind of fella. Always made me smile. I knew he was someone I could count on to talk to when i needed to, good old e-mails. To think, in 16 years Jason was able to have a great impact on so many people's lives. He will for sure be missed, but not forgotten, by so many people. I know that even though he is not with us, he is watchin' over us, smilin' and laughin' with us, cryin' with us and just making sure we're alright, just as he always did when he was with us. Awhile ago I saw a shootin' star that seemed to go on forever, it didn't disappear right away as they usually do, and I thought of that saying: 'Everytime you see a shooting star, an angel get their wings'. I'm sure it was Jason. Now I know he's safe. "Truly great friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, and impossible to forget." G. Randolf When Tomorrow Comes Miss Me-But Let Me Go When I come to the end of the road And the sun has set for me. I want no rites in a gloom filled room. Why cry for a soul set free. Miss me a little-but not to long, And not with your head bowed low. Remember the love that we once shared, Miss me a little-But let me go. For this is a journey that we all must take And each must go alone. It`s all a part of the Master`s plan, A step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick of heart, Go to the friends we know. And bury your sorrows in doing good deed. Miss me-But let me go. ..author unknown.. w Starts Without Me When tomorrow starts without me And I'm not there to see If the sun should rise and find your eyes All filled with tears for me; I wish so much you wouldn't cry, The way you did today While thinking of the many things We didn't get to say. I know how much you love me, As much as I love you, And each time you think of me I know you'll miss me too; But when tomorrow starts without me, Please try to understand, That an Angel came and called my name, And took me by the hand, And said my place was ready, In Heaven far above And that I'd have to leave behind All those I dearly love. But as I turned to walk away, A tear fell from my eye, For all my life, I'd always thought I didn't want to die. I had so much to live for, And so much yet to do, It seemed almost impossible That I was leaving you. I thought of all the yesterdays, The good ones and the bad, I thought of all the love we shared, And all the fun we had. If I could relive yesterday, I thought , just for awhile, I'd say goodbye and kiss you, And maybe see you smile. But then I fully realized That this could never be, For emptiness and memories Would take the place of me. And when I thought of worldly things That I'd miss, come tomorrow, I thought of you, and when I did, My heart was filled with sorrow. But when I walked through Heaven's gates, I felt so much at home. When God looked down and smiled at me, From His great golden throne, He said, "This is Eternity, And all that I have promised you. For today life on Earth is past, But here it starts anew. I promise no tomrrow, But today will always last, And since each day's the same day, There's no longing for the past. You have been so faithful, So trusting and so true. Though there were times you did some things, You knew you shouldn't do. You have been forgiven And now at last you're free. So won't you take my hand, And share my life with me." So when tomorrow starts without me, Don't think we're far apart, For every time you think of me, I'm right there in your heart ........Author unknown.........

			I can't describe my remembrance of Jason with one single memory. I knew him and was best friends with him since grade 1. But since it is a memory that you ask of me I will tell you one. My fondest memory of Jason would have to be... How he always cared how I felt and always cared how I was doing all the time. He was one of my only friends that actually cared about that. He was one of the most caring and loving people I ever met. That is the one thing I remember of him the most. He will be greatly missed. �Through God all things are made possible�

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