I’ve had the privilege of knowing Lindsay for the past year and a half. We began as medical school classmates but quickly developed a strong friendship. I am honored to be the one to tell you a little about the Lindsay that the Class of 2009, affectionately known as the Macaques, has known and loved.
I am deeply honoured and humbled to be standing here before you today, speaking on behalf of my family and sharing a few memories of our grand-daughter, niece and cousin. I am Lindsay’s Uncle Doug, and the beautiful woman beside me is Lindsay’s cousin Brianne.
Over the past few days as I’ve sat in silence reflecting, remembering and thinking of you there is one thing that always seems to stand out.
Thank you, Kelly & Dianne for asking me to speak today. You are incredible people and wonderful friends, and I am truly honored!
I would like to begin by saying that this is not a typical eulogy. Although I feel deep sorrow, as I know everyone else does, this is not what I will be speaking about. I will be sharing family memories of Lindsay, and I invite you to join us in the celebration of her life.
When my mom and dad approached me about speaking today I was quite apprehensive and to be honest I was terrified.
So I began to think what I wanted to say and how I could possibly find the words to honor such a wonderful sister. It came to me that maybe the best way for me to honor her would be to relive one of her greatest accomplishments and something that we are all so proud of her for. So I have chosen to read some excerpts from her valedictorian address from her high school graduation in 1999. I have to apologize though as the last person who was in this gym reading this had far better grades than me and was much better looking.
I am honored to be here. When Kelly asked me to do it, I sat down and I tried to put into words… grief… the feelings of our Med School through this terrible loss. Sometimes words are inadequate – words cannot begin to describe the true meaning, the terribleness, the depth of grief. So I gave up writing and I went back to something that I first thought to do.
You don't know me, nor did I ever have the privilege of meeting Lindsay. I just wanted to say…..
Thank you so much for letting us read the obit for this wonderful woman.
The following was written by Henry Scott Holland 1847-1918 Canon of St Paul's Cathedral.
When my father passed away my mother carried this around until her own passing and now i carry it around with me.