Memories
Entries in order of author's last name... N-R:
Nystrom, Heather Ozturk, Gokhan Ozturk, Oguzhan Parcey, Erin Payne, Sarah Pyziak, Cory Reid, Catherine Reid, Keith
Reid Sylvia Ruekert, Lindsay
Gokhan Ozturk
Erin Parcey
Sarah Payne
Catherine Reid
Lindsay Ruekert
Heather Nystrom
Sylvia Reid
Keith Reid
Viagra Arthritic Angelfire Site
World Championship Heed Site
Elf Costume
Cory Pyziak
Oguzhan Ozturk
When I think about Wilson, many things come to mind: kind, thoughtful, music, intelligence, loving... he was Wilson - and Max and Jay! I most remember Wilson for his acceptance of everyone - although I knew him for only a week, he made me feel as though we'd been friends for years... He was loved by everyone he met - even my mom, who met him only once, at the end of the week, remembers Wilson. She remembers how everywhere he went, someone was always yelling, "Hey Wilson!" To end this letter, I would like to remind all of you to remember that he is still alive ina ll of our hearts - and he is watching over and still caring for us from Heaven We are fortunate to be able to remember Wilson as being happy. Before he died, he was able to play hockey, for almost the first time; not to mention that he was able to touch the hearts of thousands. With love, to Wilson.
I didn�t really know Jay that much, but the first time Murat introduced me to him, I knew that he was a kind person. He took us places in his car showed us around. And even though I only knew him for two days I considered him a good FRIEND. He will be missed, but he will always be living! Not in person but in spirit and in the hearts of those who knew him.
I also want to say a few words as well, the first and foremost is that I never really knew Jay. Which is a shame because he was a really nice guy, the day he gave us(my brother and I) a ride was so great and he really took care of us while Murat was at work. He also got me a copy of the Sims and the codes to make it work. One thing which is really sad though and perhaps the only memory that I can claim to be independent of everyone else's was the fact that he wanted to come to Winnipeg and watch The Matrix sequel and Star Wars Episode 2 at Silver City, we had sort of planned this outing of all of us going to see it together on ICQ. He was really looking forward to it and he predicted that both of them would be really good; which I'm going to hold him too. :) I have no doubt in my mind that he will be there on opening night watching! Finally, I would like to say that I'm really glad that I got to meet Jay even though it was for such a short time, he touched our lives as he touched all of yours.
I didn't know Wilson all that well although I heard he was really nice. The one thing I will always remember about Jason is him playing the trumpet at the Remembrance Day ceremony. He was the best trumpet player I had ever met. To me he will always be Nicole�s-older-brother. I'll see you on the other side Wilson; I know that you are there.
All I really knew about Jason was that he was a great guy, not to mention an awesome swimmer! He must have lapped me at swimming lessons at least 10 times! I was the only girl in the class, and Jason being the "nick-namer" decided that for the whole of swimming lessons, I would be "woman". He never did use my real name, even though I got so ticked, I wish I hadn't now. I did forgive him, and I do hope he forgave me for getting so mad. See ya later!
Well where to start. I really didn't know Jason that well from grade 10 and up. But before then, Jason and I were good friends. Jason was the first person who talked to me when I moved here in the latter half of grade 6. Jason and I did a lot of stuff together. I still remember the first time he had taken me to the snake den by the end of the highway. He was there to help me get rid of my fear of snakes. The way he did it was so weird but it worked. He stuck my hand into the snake den and let me get bitten by the snakes. When I found out that the bites didn't hurt, I was never afraid of them again. Jason was always there to help anybody who need help. He encourged people to particpate in activites. Jason you will always be missed. Cya up there!
How to sum Wils up in one memory? Impossible. He did so much for me, my life, my health, my happiness, my faith, as he did and is still doing for so many. He's the one that took me to youth group for the first time, and I've never looked back. Wils was the one who walked all the way across town after school one day, just cause I'd sent him an email when I was really upset, and he was worried and thought I needed a hug. That was in grade nine, and I was at Nila's house, but that didn't stop him. Hearing his voice, as he sang in front of 250-300 people, and waiting for our turn to go on stage, knowing that sitting there beside me backstage, he was just as nervous, and praying just as hard as I was. Finally, hearing him tell me in grade 8 after we broke up that he would wait an eternity just to see my face, and hear me say I love him one more time. He did wait, two years, and I just pray and hope with all my heart that he can just wait a few more years, cause I'll spend the rest of my life waiting for him. Wait for me Jas.
I�ve known J for several years as one of the guys, as one of Cath�s good friends and finally as a prospective son-in-law. Words can�t really summarize my memories of Jason; I�ll try to mention just a few important pictures and feelings that come to mind. We (Viagra Arthritic) played against the senior high soccer team several times� and got beaten too. Here was a guy who had an awesome right foot. Not at all pretentious, with strong quiet confidence on D, every time we got it in, he would get to the ball and he would boot that ball way back out to our end, invariably onto the right foot of one of his forwards. �Keep the ball far away from Jason� was the only way to develop ANY semblance of a game in the PP end of the field. Now where is that Viagra Arthritic Angelfire site that I made so many years ago? � Ah yes�. http://www.angelfire.com/va2/pinawa/index.html yep, there�s a shot of J�s right foot about to take the ball away from me again. Let�s never forget that J was also an unbelievably polished Heed GM (Grand Master.) A visit to the World Championship Heed Site: http://www.geocities.com/roving_sailor/Heed1.html has to convince anyone, even those who know nothing of the game, that here was an unbelievably natural heed. In true J fashion, NOT taking any recognition away from the sole surviving Heed GM, Murat. Remember to spread the heed in Toronto, M. J was a quiet guy that would rise above his natural shyness to perform some pretty outlandish stuff on stage. I�m still giggling over the elf costume and statement of elfishness http://www.geocities.com/roving_sailor/play99.html . Yep, that�s J with the surprisingly tame shirt and the funny hat beside Brent, and speaking of funny hats, that one of Cath�s probably should not be worn to school before people have had their lunch. Here was a guy that had serious love, faith and determination, pretty clear on what he wanted to do with his time on earth and going quietly ahead to do it. He was the kind of guy that you could really enjoy for a stomp around the bush, soaking up views of snow on the rocks, bush and trees knocking over an ecologically sound Christmas tree to give sunlight to another. Here was the kind of person that really had his own thoughts�. somebody that I enjoyed just being with. J also had a good grasp of the fact that there IS A PLAN. I personally still think that the, Jason leaving us, part of the PLAN sucks BIG time. However, J knew this PLAN stuff and, though it still stinks, I am starting to notice the positives of J�s legacy of loving, thinking, wondering, praying and objecting but still believing that there is this plan and that we all must do our utmost to play the best part that we can. We WILL get to experience J in our lives, loving, thinking, wondering, praying and objecting, playing soccer, heed, stompin in the bush and wearing funny clothes. keithscientist@cheerful.com
When Jason was young, we knew him only as one of Catherine�s schoolmates, a shy, gentle boy who loved to collect rocks. When Jason and she were in grade eight, we knew him as the fun loving, quiet boyfriend and then, later on, he became �just a friend�. Wilson was that polite teen who called every night to talk for hours and hours, the one who cared long after other friends or boyfriends had gone home. Catherine would always insist that he was just a friend, nothing more. Behind her back, we would nudge each other and say, �She�s on the phone again with �Just-a-Friend��. Yes, he was a friend; he was a True Friend- always ready to help, listen, forgive and encourage. Later, as they became �a couple�, we saw him as a fine young man with a strong, quiet sense of who he was. He had the courage to sit at the Reid dinner table and hold his own! He had the courage to be himself- to wear his colourful shirts, to listen to country music. There was nothing pretentious about him; he seemed to know what really mattered in life and he was not embarrassed to express it. He had a gift for accepting people for who they were and for encouraging them to enjoy just being themselves. Jason often saw what needed doing and did it, long before anyone noticed. One summer day, Cathy decided on the spur of the moment to have a barbeque that same evening. Jason spent an eternity in the backyard, helping Keith to erect and �grey tape� and then re-erect the screen tent, while the bugs swarmed around them. Then he and Nick L spent ages barbequing for the crowd of 15, outside the protection of that screen tent! When it was over, there he was in the kitchen cleaning up. It wasn�t until later that I found out how much he hated mosquitoes and doing dishes! He wasn�t trying to show off - he just saw what needed doing and did it. He and Catherine put the snow tires on one of our vehicles; he and Keith put the snow tires on the other. He helped cut, carry, erect and decorate the Christmas tree. He had noticed that we had not yet put up our Christmas lights; he told his mom he had a secret plan to bring over lights on the weekend to solve that. I�m not trying to say that Wilson was perfect. He liked his room a mess, he hated doing dishes and he probably bugged his sister. He didn�t love doing homework and he loved to drive around town aimlessly. Wilson was also a merciless tease! He had such a twinkle in his eye when I needed his help to change the clock in my car or to battle my computer or when I showed him that the doorknob that Cathy had installed was put in backwards. I can still hear his voice last July as they teased each other in our van during the six-hour drive to International Music Camp. They teased about everything- whose radio station was better, whose favourite stuffed animal was better, even whose childhood bedtime song was better! My best memory of Jason is actually a conversation that I had with Cathy last summer. She and I had taken the day to go to the city and, on the way back I started �pumping� her for information about her friends. Casually I asked, �What do you think are the three things that are most important to�?� As I named different friends, she would answer, �school marks, music, friends, boys, girls, the telephone, his car, golf, etc�. Then I casually asked, �and what about Jason?�, expecting an answer such as �his snowmobile, his family, me, computers, and music." She answered, �Doing what God wants him to do�! After I caught my breath, I asked �and what else?� She said, �That�s it. For him there�s only one thing, because he wants everything else to be part of his relationship with God.�� Jason encouraged Catherine to join Youth group about a year ago. What a special gift! The last few months I walked around constantly with a deep joy in my heart, watching these two young people grow in their faith and in their love for each other. As I arrived home each day to find his car in front of our house, I always had such a warm feeling. I was actually quite disappointed if it were not there! We felt truly blessed to see our daughter in such a healthy, happy relationship. We have raised three children through their teen years and, like many homes, ours has often been filled with our teens� friends. Jason was like no other. Jason seemed to have such a capacity for genuine caring! He was only 16 and yet he is one of the most observant, compassionate people I have known. He lit up our home with his smile and his quiet, loving support. Jason lived life to the fullest. Whether it was sports, playing the trumpet, drama, "Reach for the Top", Youth group, computers, cars, snowmobiles, or a song to sing, Wilson gave his all- and loved every moment. As capable as he was in all these areas, it is not his skills for which we remember him. We remember his love of the dance: his enthusiasm, his humour, his gorgeous smile, his willingness to help and his compassion. Jason was a special young man and we will always remember him. �May today there be peace within you. May you be content knowing that you are a child of God. Let His presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, and to bask in the sun.�
Wow! There are so many memories with Wilson. I guess my favorite were of the bike trips and Band trips/concerts. He always had a way of making everyone feel like they were just as important as anyone else. I'm sure we all remember when Mike, Jay, and me all played the last post in the hallways on Remembrance Day. Weren't we good? Actually Wilson was the only one that could actually hit the notes. (Sorry Mike) Anyway I will always remember Wilson, He was such an important part of each and every one of our lives. We love You Wilson!!! Linny