Gregory Macdonald
A smile as big as the ocean, a laugh that was contagious and eyes that promised sheer devilment. That is how I remember Marie. She kind, caring, funny, smart as a whip and a terrible tease. I would frequently meet her either going in or coming from class and she would inform me: "You have a date for the dance Friday night. She will meet you (I never knew who) downstairs a eight. Don't be late!" I visited her in Montreal once after she had transferred to Marionopolis and as I was leaving she asked "do you have a date for tonight?" I ran. To Gen and Joan we send our very best and most sincere condolences. How lucky you were to know and love her.
Greg and Lilian MacDonald, Oakville, Ont.
PS: to St. Peter "you're doomed buddy!"


