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Reg’s Story, by Jim [his father]

Reggie was the youngest of three boys.  He was born in Souris Hospital on June 25, 1966. There were a few things we always wondered that might have had an influence on the way that Reggie was.  His two brothers were both about six feet tall, but Reggie was about 5’8”.  Mike and Art were both good in school but Reggie they tell me was brilliant.

In 1970, my father and Reggie’s namesake and best friend started to have serious heart troubles.  Dad’s nephew, Vernon Dubois, who was living in Boston, came down for the summer.  He had a Cadillac with air conditioning [which was impressive for the time].  Dad, Reggie and the dog Jasper were always together.  It was the same in 1971 until October, then everything changed, when on a Tuesday Jasper died, on Friday Dad died and was buried on Monday and then Vernon died on Wednesday and was buried on Friday.  Reggie said to me, “Why does everyone I like have to die?”  From then onward, Reggie never wanted to go over home [to his grandfathers house].

In 1979, Reggie’s best friend, Bernie McIntosh was killed in an unsolved hit and run accident.  Reggie seemed to go into a shell after this.  He found his salvation in the world of drugs.

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