Dan Pearce
I met Alex about 14 years ago. I had lost my climbing partner to injury and Alex was nice enough to let me join him and his girlfriend at the time. I didn't know then that it would become a fast friendship.
Alex was a rare individual, I never met a person who had a bad thing to say about him. He got along with everybody, he was laid back, kind and considerate. He was also very much his own person. Never asked anybody for anything and was always first to offer to help.
Alex was an optimist. When he first diagnosed with cancer he was firmly convinced that he would beat it and before the first treatment was planing climbing trips and victory adventures. He would look and me and say "There are 12's to be crushed!"
Alex never complained. Even at his absolute worst he never complained to me. The only time I got any suggestion of his struggle occurred one night when we were having a drink together. I have always joked that when you die and you meet St. Peter at the pearly gates he will ask you a single question. For me, the question has always been " Have you been cheated?" Alex knew this well, we had chatted about it several times over the years. I will never forget that night. He finished his drink and just looked tired and said to me, "I feel cheated." My heart broke.
This conversation happened about a year into his cancer battle. All I could come up with was "You did get cheated." I followed it up by saying we would go tear up some climbing routes once he was cancer free. He never was cancer free.
For the first year and half after his cancer diagnoses we hung out a good bit, 2 to 3 times a week. But in the last year I would see Alex 1 day a week on Saturday dinner night. Sometimes he would come over and do laundry on Mondays. We would make dinner and task Alex with coming up with dessert. He always seemed to enjoy picking different dessert and mixing flavors.
I hope that shared a little bit of that Alex I knew with you.
I will miss you brother.
Alex was a rare individual, I never met a person who had a bad thing to say about him. He got along with everybody, he was laid back, kind and considerate. He was also very much his own person. Never asked anybody for anything and was always first to offer to help.
Alex was an optimist. When he first diagnosed with cancer he was firmly convinced that he would beat it and before the first treatment was planing climbing trips and victory adventures. He would look and me and say "There are 12's to be crushed!"
Alex never complained. Even at his absolute worst he never complained to me. The only time I got any suggestion of his struggle occurred one night when we were having a drink together. I have always joked that when you die and you meet St. Peter at the pearly gates he will ask you a single question. For me, the question has always been " Have you been cheated?" Alex knew this well, we had chatted about it several times over the years. I will never forget that night. He finished his drink and just looked tired and said to me, "I feel cheated." My heart broke.
This conversation happened about a year into his cancer battle. All I could come up with was "You did get cheated." I followed it up by saying we would go tear up some climbing routes once he was cancer free. He never was cancer free.
For the first year and half after his cancer diagnoses we hung out a good bit, 2 to 3 times a week. But in the last year I would see Alex 1 day a week on Saturday dinner night. Sometimes he would come over and do laundry on Mondays. We would make dinner and task Alex with coming up with dessert. He always seemed to enjoy picking different dessert and mixing flavors.
I hope that shared a little bit of that Alex I knew with you.
I will miss you brother.
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Alala One
"Dear Alex,
Just the first of many thoughts hermano ... I just saw this photo of us in one of our make shift tree houses. I think we were 6 & 7. We always had our own little world of building things, adventures and getting into trouble. I love you & I miss you. You will always be my beloved brother ... Your big sister *Alala"
Just the first of many thoughts hermano ... I just saw this photo of us in one of our make shift tree houses. I think we were 6 & 7. We always had our own little world of building things, adventures and getting into trouble. I love you & I miss you. You will always be my beloved brother ... Your big sister *Alala"
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Pam Daoust
Remembering Alex with love--and sending love and prayers to all his family members and friends. Holding you close in thought and in spirit...
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John WAKELIN
The last time I saw Alex he was a teenager. As his Uncle I remember him as a sweet and very sensitive and loving young man. My heart breaks to know that he is no longer with us yet I know that he is in a very peaceful and loving place . He is just in a different deminsion then we are . Our love goes out to you Alex!!
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