From Carol Lajoie

In the mid  1970’s, your beauty queen Mom with the Farah Fawcett hair fell in love with a handsome hotelier in her hometown of Petrolia, leaving her best friends in the oily Petrolia dust for a new life in Battersea.  Your Aunt Lorie and I missed your Mom so much that we made frequent road trips to Battersea where your Dad dutifully entertained us, snapping sunset pictures of his slalom skiing bride and her friends on and around Loughborough Lake.  Before long you came along, a beautiful baby boy and we carried you around like a doll. 

One time we pencilled in a little moustache to match your proud Daddy’s.  Your Mom brought you everywhere and you slept in a little bassinet at My Astonishing Self, so astonishingly cute you were.  When your Mom stood up in my wedding, she brought you.  I think you were around 3 years old, sporting the most adorable sailor suit there ever was.   

Fast forward to many Years later, you watched over your Mom and I like a hawk on a day trip to Tijuana when we visited you in San Diego.  You wore a t-shirt with Australia emblazoned on it and people were compelled to shout out ‘AUSTRALIA!’ on the street, so striking you were, a head taller than everyone with that same gorgeous hair you inherited from your Mother. I was touched that you were so protective of your Mom especially when she tried to ride the ‘zebra donkey’ in Tijuana or as she handed out her leftovers to the homeless on the streets of San Diego.  

You are a wonderful son and brother and husband.  Thank you for the night in NYC’s Ktown where we sang karaoke into the night with you and Carlos.  You are so loved and have touched the lives of so many.