Assaly

Moments are all that we have in life and therefore, we must try to make them last and be great ones.

Bernard and I have had our differences and unfortunately we ended on a negative note. No matter our issues, we cared and loved one another. Uncle Bernard, I will always remember the money you accumulated in a jar and had Pierre and I split it in half at Christmas time when we were children. You loved my mother (Fleurette Goulet’s) spaghetti with meatballs and always looked forward to coming over to our home in Longueuil with Grandma Alice for supper. One of my best moments is when my dog Nika was up to teasing you and you decided to chase her with a folding chair one summer. This was caught on photo. You did some great parties and served the best drinks and Lebanese food too. Another moment was when we traveled to uncle Jamil’s potato farm and spent the night in his haunted house. Never found out how a burnt light bulb could turn itself on in the middle of the night and no one had come up to fix it. You were also there at the airport when I travelled to Puerto Vallarta in November 1987. I have a picture of us and you seem very proud.

You were a dedicated son to Grandma Alice and Grandpa Salim Marcus Assaly. A loyal brother to your siblings: Dolores, Vivian, Jamil, Marina and David. And a somewhat imposing but loving uncle with good intentions too. I’m glad that you met my daughter Elizabeth-Kaitlyn and sad that you were unable to meet my new husband as you would have liked him.

I will cherish the moments we had and thank you for your presence in my life. Now you must rest and heal in the Holy light of God. We will meet again one day. We all miss you and will always keep you in our hearts and prayers. Love you always Uncle Bernard. Rest in Peace. God Bless!

Mon frère Bernard

Tu es parti…
Chaque jour qui passe me fait ressentir douloureusement ton absence.
Comme depuis plusieurs années, de septembre à mai, à toutes les deux semaines nous nous rejoignons les lundis matin, passions trois heures ensemble, échangeant sur l’actualité, sur la famille, sur nous-mêmes, terminant le tout au resto.
Nous n’étions pas toujours d’accord, loin de là, mais le tout se réglait dans le respect de l’un et l’autre.
Je tiens à souligner une phrase que tu as écrite un jour, laquelle m’a marqué profondément « Je comprends maintenant mon frère… »
Que de souvenirs !
Tu me manques…
Va en paix, « bébé de maman »

Fraternellement David