|Simon Girard (1979-2015) |
35 years old
In the beginning, I was supposed to help Simon translate his book about squirrels and homeless people into English. The first time I visited his apartment, I spent two hours teaching myself how to hula hoop. I invited Simon to the Granola Party I was having that Saturday. At Granola parties, you eat granola, take a quiz about what sort of cereal personality you are and then maybe share some performance art related to this discovery. Simon was concerned that he didn’t have anything to bring to the party because he was really broke. I said to come anyways. He arrived at my door with the hula hoop as his contribution.
As it turns out, granola is not the best buffer for vodka and I didn’t have an excellent alcohol tolerance to begin with. Since my boundaries were not that excellent either, Simon and I ended up naked on the blue biodegradable yoga mat in the spare bedroom. While I was drunk at the granola party, I told Simon that we should write a book of letters together. It could be bilingual. He could write in French, and I’d write back in English.
The last time I saw Simon we were “working on our book.” “Working on our book” was usually a euphemism for drinking rather early in the day, fighting about commas or other mundane issues, getting drunk, and then having reckless, oblivious sex. We did this for months after we’d broken up. “Never again,” I’d say to myself each time I’d wake up in the morning, a couple of times with vomit on my pillow.
And I wish you were still around.
My deepest sympathies to his friends, loved ones, family and parents.
His funeral will be held next Saturday, January 24, 2015. Loved ones are welcome from 1 p.m. on, and the funeral starts at 3.
Complexe funéraire LeSieur & Frère,
95 boul Saint-Luc at Saint-Jean-Sur-Richelieur,
In Simon's memory, the family would appreciate donations made to
Centre de prevention de suicide de Haut-Richelieu (Haut-Richelieu Suicide Prevention Centre)
Dawson Kid (Boréal, 2007)
Tuer Lamarre (Leméac, 2009)
Michel Bourget, sauver les vies (400 coups, 2011)
Les Écureuils sont des sans-abris (Coups de tête, 2011)
"Je vole vers l'astre qui est encore tout éteint et m'attend pour s'enflammer." (Simon)