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Enright, Joey Froese, Nik Gascoyne, Owen Gascoyne, Sim
Gibb, Gemma Greenfield, Elaine & Oliver

Joey Enright

Owen Gascoyne

Sim Gascoyne

Gemma Gibb

Elaine & Oliver Greenfield

Nik Froese

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Well... I'm Joey Enright and I'm from LDB. I just arrived at PSS at the start of the school year so I didn't know Jason at all. With the exception of him being my Junior High soccer coach. Just from that small, short experience, I could tell that Jason was a loving, caring guy just by the way he spoke to people. That�s what I've heard about him too. My best memory of Jason, even though it may be corny, is the fact that he had chest hair. The whole soccer tournament, Gabe was so amazed that Jason had chest hair and it was hilarious. I know he will be missed by all and I know we will all meet him again, someday. I know it. And maybe we can get to know each other better, when the time comes.

		So I�ve finally sat down to write something. Wilson and I were good friends. I remember he was always there to help...he would just show up in summer and help us work on the deck, without being asked to. Any time my sled was broken, he'd give me a ride home, whether he was busy or not (anyone who's laughing about my sled, please punch yourself in the arm for me). We spend countless hours in his and my basement working on the archives and listening to music, or trying to get cd's done for people. Or we'd be fiddling with some piece of junk computer hardware we'd picked up somewhere. When we weren't doing that, we were trying to get decent speakers working properly, or rewiring the sound system in his car. And trying to teach him to read the manuals for his car was always fun, too - we once spent an hour and a half trying to figure out why the idle speed wasn't changing on his car when we adjusted the idle screw, only to discover that he was convinced it was the wrong screw. Another thing we had a lot of fun doing was fishing. Whether ice fishing at Katz�s cottage, or waxing his boat in spring and getting ready for a good summer of lying in his boat listening to music on his customized radio (and never catching a damn thing, except weeds), we always had fun. I went to the city with him on two occasions, and we had a lot of fun both times. Even if he did almost run some red lights and the same stop sign twice. We�d either be battling the rest of the people in the car for the radio station (power 97 rulz!) or making them listen to the queen tape we found in his basement (bohemian rhapsody rulz too!). The dance he and I assisted on was a lot of fun, despite the very hectic last-minute preparation. And, of course, youth group was always a blast, with him using josh as a shield, and playing "4 on the couch." Plus, the notorious "goat-monkey" term erupted from youth, as well. And I have to add the scary dirty old man that yelled at us during the scavenger-hunt thingy, on one of the first youth's he went too. We�re still making jokes about that today. These are only some of the memories; I�d be here for days if I could remember half of the things we did. Every time I�ve gone to send this, I�ve remembered something else I wanted to add. No matter what I was doing, when he showed up, it was twice as fun; no matter what mood you were in or what you were doing, he'd show up and "make it all good". He was always in a good mood, and was ready for anything. I�ll never forget him, and I�ll be waiting to see him on the other side. I miss you, Wilson.

	Wilson was a great friend. He was always over helping Nik fix my snowmobile, he gave me rides home from school, and he would always go snowmobiling with me and almost never broke down on the trail, which was very good. One particularly fond memory I have is when Jason and I went snowmobiling last year during semester break. We went up T1, past old Pinawa, down the 520 and back in less than 40 minutes. That was the best ride I had ever had and Jason and I had a great time. He was the kind of person made things fun when he was there. Another great memory is from this past summer when Nik, Catherine, Wilson and I went sailing on the Reid's boat. We got the jib's pulley at the top of the mast stuck and we ended up pulling the boat over in a swampy marsh area up Sharky's to fix the problem. When we let the mast go the boat almost floated away without us. We recovered it, sort of, but had to walk along a surfboard to get to the boat. Wilson decided that he'd go last across and he held the board stead for everyone else. He let others have a dry walk and so he'd be the only one wet. These little things made him so good of a friend and so well liked. Thanx for everything J and I'll see you on the other side.

	Jason was a good friend of Nik, who is our neighbour and hangs out a lot, with Owen and Trevor, our sons. Therefore, Jason was on occasion in our house, usually his presence had to do with something mechanical such as snowmobiles and cars. But another reason for his presence was watching movies or doing something weird and (in my eyes) scary to Mel's computer. On one particular Saturday night (I believe) in early Spring 2000, the boys (Nik, Jason, Owen, Trevor) were going to watch a movie in our basement, but they never got that far. Somehow they discovered the two huge boxes of Construx (a building toy our boys liked very much but was hard to get because it was off the market when they wanted it; to make a long story short, we got most of our Construx on expeditions to Value Village and Garage Sales, so it was very valuable to us). Anyhow, they all started building racing vehicles and the movie was forgotten. They also discovered that someone had some firework rockets somewhere. You guessed it, the two were put together and they took the cars outside on the road to race, at least they had that much sense (remember, we lost the snow very early in 2000). I believe the plastic of the Construx vehicles melted somewhat, but the fun they had was incredible. As a mom, I was particularly touched by the fact that these big boys were still kids at heart, despite their lives full of computers, snowmobiles and cars. It warmed my heart and I still smile when I think of it. Another sweet memory of Jason is his face peering from the hood of his dark snowmobile suit at our front door, having rung the bell to see if any of our boys was game to go out. Those were such friendly eyes smiling at me at the door. I also remember his shiny shirts he wore sometimes, very different from the usual teenager t-shirts. He was his own person, even in the clothes he wore. My last memory of Jason is from the Sunday before God called him home. Everybody in my house was doing something at the arena and I was wrapping Xmas presents. There was a knock on the door and a call from Nik, if I knew where 'Mr. Gascoyne' was. I said, "At the arena, why, what do you need?" If they asked about Mel�s whereabouts, it was usually because they needed tools, a towrope, some muscle power or whatever. This time it turned out they needed gas because I believe Jason�s snowmobile had run out and the gas station was closed. I said, "Do you know where Mel would store this?" Of course they knew, they know my garage better than I do. So I said they could borrow some, which they did with many thanks and a promise to come back with some money. Honesty is another characteristic I love so much in these boys. So off they went and soon after I heard the roaring of snowmobiles. That was the last time I saw Jason's smiling face. Trevor spent time with him at Nik�s garage on the Tuesday night before he died, working of course on someone�s mobile. Snowmobiling will never be the same again for our boys, and our community is poorer now it is no longer lighted by Jason�s smile and beautiful character. However, his legacy makes many others smile, so his light has not been extinguished, but grows stronger as we remember even the smallest memory of him. God bless you all.

		There are not words to describe how incredibly special Wilson was to me and everyone else. He had the biggest heart and I don't think anyone thought otherwise. He was an amazing guy. What I like most about Jay is that fact he never judged anyone. He ALWAYS made sure he knew everyone to a certain extent. I miss how he was always there for me to make me laugh and smile when I was feeling down. I miss him so much. In our memories you live In our memories you thrive Though you�re gone right now Your spirits still alive Your face is in our memories We think of you each day There�s so many things I wanna do There�s so many things to say I can't wish you back But I wish I could say goodbye And hear your voice again I miss you already You were the nicest person I knew Even though you�re gone right now That will always be true Angels looked down at you And took you away They brought you to heaven Though I wanted you to stay I think of the good times I think of the past You were gone to quickly You were gone to fast There are so many things I remember Good things and bad I think of them everyday They make me so sad That they took you away And brought you to sleep All I can do right now Is sit here and weep My heart feels empty inside I can't shed any more tears We were so very lucky To have had you those 16 years On that winter day in December Angels laid you down to rest They broke our hearts to prove to us They only take the best Even though I met you Only 3 and a half years ago I will always ask myself Why did you have to go?

			Oliver and I only got to know Jason over the past few years through the badminton club. We found him to be an exceptional young man. Jason was quiet and unassuming but he was a keen competitor who was perhaps a little hard on himself but not on others. Many people have commented on that wonderful smile of his and I would have to say that it was one of his features that impressed me too. It didn't just light up his face but rather the whole room! I am very happy to have been able to share some time with Jason. We will miss him.

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