Vaillancourt, Gregory James “Gregg”

Sadly Gregg passed away on Saturday, December 14, 2019 after a courageous battle with cancer. Born in Capreol, Gregg was the son of Edgar (Tates) and Lil (predeceased) and was the second of four boys. He will be dearly missed by brothers Don (Evelyn), Bob (predeceased) (Laurie), Allan; nieces and nephew Leigh Ann, Michael V and Chantal, and loved one Michael M, as well as so many other friends and family members near and far. Gregg was a CN rail man starting in Capreol and made many stints to the south and north building and repairing the tracks on 'his machine'. Gregory James - or “Leggs” to his friends - liked to read a good book, cook up great meals, go on his annual fishing trip with Don and dear friends Tony, Tom and others over the years; and to be with his brothers and his 'sis' E. A good part of Gregg's life centred around the Legion spending tons of hours with his best friend 'Cracksie' (predeceased), helping with events, playing shuffleboard or organizing the hockey pool and sharing a few cold ones with his good friends Phil, Frank, Gerry and many others. Then there was his sweet Scarlett, you would often see him with Scarlett on his lap as she looked out the window of the car. Very special thanks to Dr. Singh and resident Megan; JP, Stacey, Kelly and Christine who so genuinely cared about him and so kindly helped us. In keeping with Gregg’s wishes, cremation has taken place. A Celebration to remember Gregg will be held in the Spring at the Capreol Legion, details to be confirmed. In the meantime, please take a moment to make a toast to Gregg - may he rest in peace. Donations in his memory can be made directly to the Capreol Legion Branch 179 at 16 Young Street, Capreol, ON P0M 1H0 or to Health Sciences North. Arrangements have been entrusted to Ranger’s Cremation and Burial Services Ltd. Online condolences can be posted at www.rangerssudbury.com

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.

All is well.