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''Jeannine Fortier'':
Carole was my only and best friend. We first met in college when we were both in the Film and Television Program. On the first day of classes I ended up sitting beside her. She raised her hand to ask a question and introduced herself, back then her name was Carole Davidson she was divorced from her first husband, but when she said her name I thought to myself "boy she has an English last name but she as very strong French accent". So I said something in French and she responded I am not sure how it happened but we both went to lunch together and I don't know why but I ended up telling her a lot about myself. Carole I realized many years later was a people magnet. People who meet her just seem to open up to her. After college we didn't see each other much for a year or so and then we ended up sharing three different places together. A basement apartment in north Etobicoke, an other basement in middle Etobicoke and finally in the main flour of a house in south Etobicoke. There where times we pulled each others' hair out ( we where both in therapy then) and many times we had lots of fun together. We loved each other like sisters, sometimes I feel like I knew Carole more the my own sister and brothers. I will forever miss her and I loved her with all my heart. To Guy who already knows all this, I wish to say my heart goes to you and to Carole's Mom Denise and Dad Yvan my heart also go to both of you. All my love Jeannine

''Anne-Lise Dugas''
Attending Uncle Guy and Aunt Carole's wedding was one of the highlights of my childhood, and I still keep a photo of myself in that special handmade purple dress in my photo album of memories. Aunt Carole had a special connection with animals and helped me appreciate the pets we had at the time (two guinea pigs) and realize that with some effort it's possible to make a meaningful connection. Her appreciation for Nanny and the little things that she did like sewing tablecloths and mats with that green velvet fabric and the golden tassles helped me see and appreciate things about her that I had never noticed before. One special memory I had is that while I was still living at my dad's home, I made a big pot of vegetarian soup. Aunt Carole and Uncle Guy stopped by and even though she had already eaten dinner, she ate a sizeable portion of my soup and complimented it sincerely. It really meant a lot to me that I could share something I made with her, and I felt that we really connected over it. I wish we'd had more time together and more memories, but I am grateful for the imprint she made in my life and send my heartfelt thoughts and prayers.