ROLAND (“Rolly”) THOMAS
It is with saddest of hearts that we announce the passing of ROLAND THOMAS. He leaves to mourn his loving wife of 31 years, Christine Poersch Thomas, and their two children, Jason and Taylor.
He was predeceased by his father, William (“Willie”) Thomas, and his Nanny, Lydia Thomas.
His mother, Bernie Thomas, and Andy Anderson, his little brother, Russell, his twin sisters, Dawn and Dale, and their spouses, Mike and Toni. Also left to mourn his memory is his nieces and nephews.
Special thanks and love to Colleen and Alain Normand, Christine’s sister and brother-in-law, for their support, care and patience.
Roland was a man of many words, and for those of us who knew him, he touched us in some profound way. He was quick to make people laugh, kind to a fault, extremely charming, and had knowledge of many topics, and we all loved him for it—especially his cooking! Roland also had a natural talent for music and loved to play the guitar and blues harmonica.
Like his father before him, he will be laid to rest at his favorite fishing place at Lake of Woods Keewatin , Ontario
As per his wishes, there will be only a small family gathering.
Roland, you are now at peace.
May you never be above me,
May you never be below me,
But always and forever by my side.
I have been remiss in updating my blog for a variety of reasons, but now...it is because my heart and soul is shattered.
I lost my big brother on December 30th. It is a rather long, convoluted and grief-stricken story, and one that I can't go into without breaking down, which makes it difficult to type, but suffice it to say that I've lost a best friend, a man I had hated all my teenage years, until we both moved out and realized that we did indeed love one another. As he lived two provinces over, our phone calls during the week always ended with, "I love you", but I didn't know that on Christmas Day, it would be the last time I would hear his voice.
I have suffered through painful deaths; my dad, a best friend who committed suicide, my favorite Aunt in the world, my Nanny, and our cat, Oscar. But this one...I don't think I'll ever be the same again.
I'm trying to get back to the land of the living, to arrange my heart back to some kind of normalcy, but I can't seem to find all the pieces, and my greatest fear is that I never will. I hear his voice, and I know it's him speaking to me because the questions I ask aren't answered in the way I would do so. I know it's Roland.
I dreamed of him the night after he died. I was running, frightened, trying to get away from something or someone. He stood around a cement corner wall; I saw him from the corner of my eye. He was dressed so nice. He said, "Go this way" and winked. I woke startled, trying to remember if I had ever seen him wink. It's strange the things you can think of in the middle of the night...for hours and hours.
I don't feel him around me like I did anymore. I hear his voice, but it's getting fainter. Perhaps this pain will, too.
And I know he didn't want to leave--not just yet.
2 comments:
This makes me so sad reading this :( I wish I could take the pain away. I'm so, so, sorry, my dear friend. The pain will never go, but it does get less frequent.
(((hugs)))
You have so many wonderful friends, they will hold your hand and help guide you to better times. <3
Dawn! (((hug))) I don't quite know what to say, but sometimes words aren't necessary. I'm there for you, whenever you need someone to talk to. You know where to find me.
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