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Thursday, November 30, 0002

Dear Phyllis, We want to offer our sincere condolences. Our thoughts and prayers are with you. Sincerely, Leonard, Dale and family

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Kerry McKerracher posted a condolence

Thursday, November 30, 0002

Phyllis I am so sorry to hear about Greg's passing.If you need anything please call. God Bless... Kerry

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Travis MacLeod posted a condolence

Thursday, November 30, 0002

Hi Phyllis, I wanted to get up at today's service to say how much Uncle Greg meant to me. But since I'm better at putting words on paper, I think this is a more appropriate place. The best thing about Uncle Greg is that if he cared about you he made sure you knew it. I don't know how many times he'd look at me with his funny grin and say "you know your Uncle Greg loves you, eh?" In the last couple of weeks I think Uncle Greg has been to see me three times. He'd always come around just to talk and to show he cared. I'm really going to miss that. As a kid, he was always the cool uncle who I couldn't wait to see. I think he was always a bigger kid than the kids themselves. I don't think there's a kid around who didn't like Uncle Greg. He seemed to have an opinion on everything. It always seemed to originate from some TV show he had seen, which was always kind of funny. He gave out advice (good and bad) like no one else I knew. It frustrated him to no end if you didn't take it. But you knew it was only because he cared. He knew his time was going to be short and so he lived it up. Boy, did he live it up! With all the crazy stuff he's done, he told me more than once that it was incredible he made it out of his 20s. I don't know how many times he told me that he wanted to go quick. And in a way I'm glad that he did, although it was much sooner than any of us expected. He loved his mom dearly. We both did. He told me there wasn't a day that went by that he didn't think of her. I know he's somewhere now telling her all about us. I just hope it's good! He loved his friends dearly too. He always told me how lucky he was to have so many good ones. And looking around the room today I knew he was right. And Phyllis...he loved you too. A lot. I still remember the time he was going to go on a road trip with me to Nova Scotia. He cancelled out because he said he had promised you years ago that he would never be away from you on your anniversary. He told me not that long ago that even after all these years he loved you just as much. And I know he meant it. I know that Uncle Greg would want me to be there for you. So no matter what it is, you know where to find me. Uncle Greg, you know your nephew is going to miss you. I think there are a lot of other people who will too. Love your nephew, Travis MacLeod.

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Shawn Edgar Leclaire (the youngest brother) posted a condolence

Thursday, November 30, 0002

Having grown up with Greg (he was six years my senior) and sharing a birthday (Sept. 17), our childhood was an interesting mix. Although we only shared a mother genetically, I was always more a part of the MacLeod family side more than the Leclaire family side, since they were the family I grew up with. Greg often joked that on his sixth birthday, he had wanted a train but instead got a brother. Growing up, there were of course many altercations as always happen with brothers, but Greg would come through when it was needed. Greg likely saved my life when I was nine and had been attacked by the German Shepherd my father kept around the store for theft prevention. I had forgotten the dog was tied up in the thickets at the back of our property for safety as my niece was visiting - I strayed within his range and the dog severely attacked me, tearing open my scalp and holding me down with his weight. Greg found me and pulled the dog off me and brought me up to the house, covered in blood. I still have physical scars from that experience. In high school, Greg was known as "Grasshopper Greg" as he was an early bloomer, and was already six feet tall going into high school, and finally stopped growing in his late teens having reached six foot and three and a half inches tall. Once of my biggest wishes as a kid was to become taller that my brother, but it was doubtful since I was short until my late teens. However, I was a late bloomer, and continued to add height until my mid-twenties, until I reached six foot four inches. No matter what, though, Greg would never admit that I'd ended up taller than him. Greg was always extremely close to our Mom, being the youngest of the first family, and you always knew that he would give his life for hers if it was needed. Greg was always there when Mom needed him, and he revered her. Greg was extremely traumatized when Mom died and, although he was brought up by my father, had always worked in the family store, helped my Dad with deliveries, and had been treated as a son, my father disowned him after her death - so he basically lost both his "parents" at near the same time. This was a bitter time in the life of our family and something my father will never be forgiven for by any of the family - but I never stopped considering him my brother. As the Wright family lived next door to us across the field, it was almost inevitable that Greg ended up with Phyllis as his wife. He had grown up with the Wrights and spent a lot of time at their home, and was close to all of the daughters. Phyllis and Greg had a long and happy relationship, and I know that they adored each other. I feel great sympathy for Phyllis, as she is a wonderful woman and, somehow, it seemed that each of them completed the other. Although I had not seen my brother for seven years after an unfortunate argument between us that ensued due to a inappropriate comment that was let slip by another, I never stopped being his brother. His birthday was always remembered and commemorated, and a Christmas card was always sent, but I stayed away as I knew the argument was unlikely to ever be resolved. Greg had at least two great strengths, in my opinion. One was his ability to identify with kids, as he never really grew up. He could always see down to their level and most all the kids in the family adored their Uncle, as he always had time to play and entertain them. The other was his rabid support for the family - the MacLeods, and me, the one Leclaire. If any of the family was mistreated, Greg was always right there, ready to go and willing to fight. My heart goes out to Phyllis, and I hope she will somehow find happiness again in the future. I certainly will never forget my older brother, and will always ensure that an extra candle is on my birthday cake every year in memory and as a reminder of my brother and the birthday that we shared. Bye, Greg. Love, your brother, Shawn. P.S. I was taller. Thptht! ;)

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Tish posted a condolence

Thursday, November 30, 0002

Gone, dear brother, gone forever, How we miss your smiling face; But you left us to remember, None on earth can take your place. A happy home we once enjoyed, How sweet the memory still, But death has left a loneliness, The world can never fill.

In loving memory of

Gregory

1957 - 2006