La Maison Labre
308 Young Street,
Montreal, QC
H3C 2G2
(514) 937-5973

Kat Gray

kgray

benedictlabre.org

26 mars,1942
20 novembre, 2005

Albert Pike“Ce que nous faisons pour nous-même meurt avec nous. Ce que nous faisons pour les autres et le monde demeure et est immortel”

À la douce mémoire
de
Anthony James Gray

Le 20 novembre 2005, à la suite de complications dues à des infections, Anthony James Gray nous a laissé en toute tranquilité.
Un père fier et affectueux de quatre enfants; Mathew, Timothy, Katheleen et Christopher; un époux dévoué à Marie Nicole; un ami et figure de père pour beaucoup : il a Vécu, il a Aimé et il a Ri.
Durant les quelques dernières années, après avoir contracté la ‘’mangeuse de chair’’, il a souffert calmement et n’a jamais laissé sa douleur intense l’arrêter, ou même le ralentir.
Il a dédié les dernières années de sa vie à un organisme à but non lucratif, La Maison Benoît Labre, en tant que directeur. Au cours de sa vie, il a touché plusieurs vies.

À sa mémoire:
Le 8 décembre 2005 à 14 :00 hre
La Maison Benoit Labre tiendra un service
au 308 rue Younge, Montréal, Québec

Service funéraire:
Sa famille et amis vous invitent à venir célébrer sa Vie.
Le service se tiendra en son honneur le 7 janvier 2006 à 13:00 hre
à la paroisse St-Francis of Assisi
au 844 rue Notre-Dame, Saint-Lambert, Québec

01/12/05
Dear friends,

My family and I thank you for all the support that we have received in the passed month, while my father, Tony Gray, was hospitalized, and after his passing on November 20 th 2005.

We would like to ask, as I know it is what my Father would have wanted, instead of sending flowers, we would prefer a donation to The Benedict Labre House be made in his name. My father gave his heart and soul to this house, he loved it; its mission, the staff, the volunteers, and its guests.

Being his daughter, I love him very much and always knew he was a great man, but it has been wonderful finding out how many lives he has touched throughout the years, as well as seeing his true greatness through the eyes of others.

8 years ago, at my Grandmothers funeral, my little cousin, who was 5 at the time, was asking about death, in his very calm and soothing voice, my father replied, “Sean, when we are here on earth, we spend our lives, learning and loving and being the best person we can be, we are caterpillars, and when its time, when we are ready, we become beautiful butterflies, its not scary or painful, it is beautiful.”

So dad… I know you are enjoying your beautiful wings.

Thank You,
Katheleen Gray