Niagara Gazette — All the way back I thought about Nick and his place in our family and in my own life. I wrote, through tears, a eulogy that I read proudly upon our return.
Odd then that I’ve spent the last few days trying to figure out what to say about the loss of another of our dearly departed family members, a woman in Yolanda Tremblay who was not our flesh or blood, but a sister and an aunt just the same. The fact that she left us while living so far away makes it harder to deal with her loss.
There are no words, no satisfactory way to sum up what she meant to us.
“Yo,” as we affectionately called her, was a special person in so many ways to so many people. Her laugh was as big and as great as her quick wit and sense of humor. While often quick with praise or a kind word, she also took pride in telling it like it was. She gave honest, straight-forward advice. She offered real support when it was needed most.
To Kimberly, she was a cherished confidante, a friend through thick and thin, someone with whom to share the most intimate details of this sometimes challenging and difficult life. I met Yo through Kimberly who met her many years earlier when they worked together in the Falls. They shared a love for many things, among them the television show, “Sex in the City,” something Yo hooked Kimberly on one evening when the two of them locked themselves in a room, leaving Dave and I alone to play the guitar and bongos while belting out our favorite Eagles and Pearl Jam tunes.
It was one of many unforgettably fun nights we shared together.
We were, right from the day we were all first introduced, fast friends. Over the years, we grew into soul sisters and brothers. The four of us were practically inseparable when we all lived together here. We did our best to stay in touch after Yo and Dave moved out to Oregon.