To the most loving, thoughtful, caring human being I had ever met, my cousin Allan. He was there for me through many happy times and some challenging times over all the years I knew him. We were close even when I moved to Oregon.
He was my son Braydon's Godfather and he lived up to that name. I understand a couple other family members asked him to be a Godfather as well.
I would like to share a story (well, I have lots) or two. Allan borrowed a car of ours to go camping. The day he left he called me and I started rambling about things going on at our house and being the patient person he always was, he let me talk and just listened. Finally when I came up for air he said, "Mel, I had an accident with your car". Of course I thought he was kidding but, he wasn't.
From that point on whenever he would call I would say, "how are you and what's going on and no you can't borrow our car". We both would laugh.
I miss him every single day and it's taken me sometime to sit and write something to share to ALL the people who loved that man as I sure did.
He always called me the family whisperer. When our family lived closer together we would have many get togethers at our house holiday, birthdays, dinner, I just wanted to see our family laugh, eat, play games and an occasional drink or two. And he LOVED my potato salad!
I'm sad for many of us but especially his 2 wonderful children. Your dad and grandpa will always be in our hearts.