Tuesday, May 26, 2015
My father, Cyril Flamand was an inspiration to all who knew him, and to also aquaintances who found him memorable. When we lived on Brandon avenue, my father became a caretaker. He had petitioned to have a fence put up across that sewer so the neighbourhood kids wouldn't play there. He had petitioned for the road to be paved and lights added. He also had a volleyball net, basketball area, snowslide (which were popular in those days), and space for a skating rink which he watered, all this for the neighbourhood kids. He also had a neighbourhood lawn mower, and had routinely had the older kids mow their mother's lawn where he provided instruction and praise. Trees were added. One year my father won the city "Lawn of the year", that street was clean and had luscious, well maintained lawns. This was only one memory of a time and place where my dad made a difference for others. This world was a better place with his quiet determination where he found much happiness in the joy of others. I loved my father, and will miss his calming presence. Your daughter, April who knows she had and still has a loving father who most assuredly went to a better place, and left a legacy of pay it forwards along his path.
