Hello Mrs Spearin, I apologize for not writing to you earlier, I just didn't know what to say.
Chris was my navigator on the Preserver. I was operated for a brain tumour as well
in 1987 when I was 26. After a multitude of tests, I was allowed to fly again. When
Chris contacted me a couple of years, he sent me a picture of him with that huge
scar on his head, I thought: Fuck, not Chris. He said he was thinking about me a lot.
I cried. I was planning to see him a week ago in Chester, as I was visiting my daughter
in Dartmouth. He told me his situation had worsened, and had to return to Ottawa.
Two days later, as I was surfing Facebook, I saw the news about Chris. I cried for two
hours with my daughter hugging me. I hope your daughter and yourself are well.
Andre Daoust, Valleyfield QC
February 25, 2026 at 1:56 AM