Rejean was like an uncle to me.

We met through my dad,who was his regular taxi driver,when he was working at the pub in Kensington.

I would usually be sleeping in the back but I remember them becoming good friends.

A few years later he lived with us. He taught me many things about music, food, life.

I miss coming home from school and him greeting me with fresh baked bread.

Playing scrabble and going for bike rides.

I always felt safe with him.

I miss my friend dearly

It is with a heavy heart that I say “So Long” to my dear friend. As I reflect back, all the way to the summer of 1979 my heart lightens and I feel such joy as go through all the years filled with wonderful memories with Rejean. In my heart forever….

You will be greatly missed by all who knew you. My son and I worked with you on and off for a few years, I will miss your sense of humor and the Saturday nights at the Songwriters Club R.I.P. my friend, we will meet up again, soon enough.

An old and very dear friend to myself, my parents and many others, very much missed already and forever.

“Pour être heureux, il faut, partout et toujours, être soi-même.”. I will remember Réjean for his warm smile and interesting conversation. My condolences to his family.