He was a good man, in many ways a brilliant man, and underneath it all, a gentle person. He was also a suffering man who lost himself in a pharmaceutical maze that became his prison. That's part of who he was, but not the sole part. I only wish I had known him better, heard his story, written it down.
I lost my chance on March 11, 1997. If you have a mom or a dad who are still living, don't lose your chance. Their stories are far more precious than you can imagine.
Trois-Rivieres between 1900-1920 |
Ursuline Convent Trois-Rivieres |
Two boys in Trois-Riviere around 1900-1920. |
photos courtesy Mario Groleau
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