I stood at the top of the mountain and watched you go down as I have done so many times in the past. I could feel your love for the mountain. You loved the speed and with your well deleloped techniques could handle it with ease. When you picked up speed maintaining full control you would spread your arms and I seeming soar as a seagul does here in Gaspe .You loved the air on your face and body and the challenge of the mountain. I often stood in awe and had admiration and pride for my son. My heart aches with pain when I know I will never do that with you again. But what a powerful memory.!!!! It stayed with me this morning

I loved skiing with Paul. He was always amazed at how well I skied considering I had no formal training. He would always tell me how good I was naturally and what a good technique I had naturally. He always said that I was the best skier of all his sisters! But that we should just keep that between the two of us!! It was our little secret.
He used to stop in the middel of the hill and show me the next tactic I should work on for my evolution. I can see him as clear as day bending down with his poles high up and his goggles on backwards. He was happy whne he was skiing

Paul always would say that to me whenever I was down. I wish I could call him these days