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Sunday, November 26, 2006

The Essence Of Tusk 


I'm still finding this whole thing surreal. Even after the funeral, having some closure, part of me is not believing it. I think one of the minsters who spoke really captured what I, and I'm sure most people were feeling. That when we found out, we breathed in death and have been holding our breath ever since. Slowly, we need to start breathing in life again. That is what Connor would have wanted. He was just that kind of guy - a lover of life. I can not believe the outpouring of love and support for his family from Kasota, and people in general. There were campers at the funeral, more than have the CKW staff, and in total almost 800 people there. For someone so young, he touched so many lives. And Beav even dedicated their play to him, even though he was a Western kid. That is love.
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