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Years ago I received an e-mail from a women about a matter on one of my websites. In the signature area of her e-mail, there was a memorial link to a child who had passed away. I clicked on the link and on to my screen appeared a very nice web page telling the story of her daughter's life and death - and a pop up window with an ad promoting Britney Spears. Unfortunate.
It was at that moment I first got the idea to
develop an ad-free site where people could put up memorial pages for their passed loved ones - telling their stories of the difference Jesus made in their life in this world. Out of that initial idea this site arose.
AsleepinChrist.org is your place to not only remember your loved ones, but also to inspire others with their story of faith in Christ and Jesus' faithfulness to them.
Putting a story on this site is by a one time donation that you determine the size of. This allows us to keep the site ad free. |
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Serge Rene St. Laurent - October 15, 1964 - September 29th, 2009 |
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You may listen to a recording of Serge's memorial service here .
You may view the slides shown at Serge's memorial service here .

The following is a eulogy by William Brennan-Smith, Serge's best friend.
Serge lived a full life even though it was too short. He was the kind of friend that stands by you when you need somebody to be there. He'd give you the shirt off his back if you needed it. We met shortly after he moved to Victoria from Prince Rupert and became good friends. He loved the outdoors, fishing, hiking, and scuba diving. He was caring to all of God's creatures including his menagerie of pets!
What is it that we remember when we think of Serge? He was a loyal son and brother. He was a loving husband and father. Serge burst with pride when he first knew he was going to be a dad. Serge was such a character. He knew how to be serious at times and he also knew when to joke around - he loved to play pranks on his mum. He had a smile that would light up his whole face.
He was a deep sea fisherman. His passion for the open water shows in his face when you look through photos of his life. In his more energetic days he. He was an extremely talented woodworker with much to be proud of.
Cara remembers talking about whales all the time, especially killer whales. She would talk and talk. No one ever seemed to listen to her except uncle Serge. She would come up with all these facts about whales and he would nod and even answer me sometimes. At some point I am sure he started to tune her out one Christmas. I am not sure what year it was, but he came into Nan's house and said Cara I have a present for you. She ripped open the paper like she had never opened a gift before and inside was a killer whale piggy bank that uncle Serge had made for her. I guess you could call it a whaley bank. She loved it and still has it on her shelf today. I will miss you Uncle Serge.
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Lawrence B. Martin - May 27, 1934 - May 11, 2005 |
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IN MEMORY OF DAD 1 Peter 1;8,9 Psalm 84 and Isaiah 40;28-31 In memory of my father, Lawrence B. Martin who was born in rural Ontario on May 27th,1934. Dad passed into the presence of his Saviour on May 11th, 2005 after a life of challenges and serving were completed. There are many memories - too many to recall. But here are some of them: - the day trips in the red 1963 Ford - seeing our first television! - the summers at camp and dad trying to teach me how to swim - working with dad at the factory - dad made sure you swept the floors right or you had to do it over! - riding along with dad as he delivered ice blocks to the Mennonite neighbours - BBQ meals at home, picnics at the park - those chores, like cleaning out the rabbits and mowing the grass - getting our first bicycles and dad teaching us to ride (or trying to) - keeping very close records of money owed and earned! - Dad’s jokes - the daily Bible readings - going to Sunday school every Sunday - Dad listening to Blue Jays baseball games on the radio
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Rev. Charles Ross McKnight - May 18, 1928 - April 27, 2008 |
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You may now listen to Charles' funeral by clicking here . Links to recordings of Charles singing and preaching are at the end of this article.
Charles Ross McKnight was born May 18, 1928 in Rosetown, Saskatchewan to Ross & Ida McKnight. His early years were spent on the farm at Gunnworth, Saskatchewan. He loved to talk about those early days, growing up with 2 brothers and four sisters. Life on the farm was not easy and many sacrifices were made just to be able to put food on the table. He learned the meaning of Hard Work.
His Mother told of the time when Charles was just a baby and had his first experience with the perils of life in the form of a hailstorm. What happened was that Mom has just laid both Charles and his sister Marjory on the floor for their afternoon nap. Dad was in the field with the four-horse team when suddenly, a fierce looking summer storm arose. Mother could see dad unhitching the horses and beginning a quarter-mile run for the barn shelter and also noted that the barn door was only half open, not nearly wide enough for four horses! She quickly ran from the house, opened the door just as the horses and the hail arrived together. Mother and Dad were trapped in the barn for several minutes til the hail ended. She returned to the house to discover that the hail had broken a window and the shattered glass lay all around, and upon Charles, but he never suffered one scratch!
He also began taking instruction in one of the pleasures of life at the age of 6: smoking. His uncle Bruce, being four years older and very worldly wise, taught Charles and his sisters Marjory and Pearl how to make a cigarette from straw! Of course this had to
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Margaret Roach - October 26, 1921 - June 25, 2002 |
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Margaret Roach was born Mary Margaret Elizabeth to Frank and Mary Beatrice Howland on October 26, 1921 in St. John New Brunswick. She was the middle child of five children - 2 brothers, Burns and Evan who have predeceased her and 2 sisters – Eleanor and Ruth who still live back East. Of course the most significant person in this world was her husband Winston James Roach. When Margaret spoke of the good times with Bud she would often refer to him as “my Buddy” and at those certain moments every married couple has he was simply “Bud!” Margaret often told of how Bud loved to tease here because he knew how to get her goat and could get her going.
Margaret faced the challenges of being a military wife for the combined 31 years that Bud served as an MP and ordinance supply officer. (I’m told ordinance refers to all supplies except food and fuel.) At home, Margaret supervised both ordinance and food to daughter Margie and son Malcolm – with a stint of working at Eatons too. Together Margaret and Bud lived their entire married life on the East Coast and retired together in Halifax - 1969.
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