Contributions to the tribute of Quince Duane Blackmore

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Susie Palmer posted a condolence

Sunday, March 5, 2023

My journey with Quince started on Vancouver Island. We went for his birth. He was in such a rush. We only got to see Butchart gardens while Suzanne was in labor, then he was born and we didn’t have time to go see all the other amazing places. When Quincy was 3 or 4 I bought him a play tent with a Velcro door. After a few days I asked him if he tried it yet, and he said, but grandma the door is not strong enough bears can just open the door and come right in. Starting grade 9 Quincy came to live with me and my boys, and after the third day he already had 10 friends and Joe asked him how he did that because Joe had one friend that he had made when he was in grade 5, and this one friend lasted him all way to grade 12 but Quincy just told him “When I’m getting on the bus I look for a seat with a person on it I sit by the person and I say hello”. When Quincy started middle school, he was the cute new kid, and all the girls tried to get his attention. He was cute. He was also ripped and built and buff. He was also Blackmore, which is another word for show off. He set out to win all the students in an arm wrestle. He wasn’t the biggest kid at school, but he was definitely the strongest. When Joe and Quince were in Mount Baker, I had this random collection of gold pieces I first tried to get Joe interested in them. I just thought he could make some kind of jewellery out of my random gold stash. He just took one quick, look and gave me a hard NO. Later, when Quincy signed up for metal work, I offered my gold stash to Quincy and he took it. I had crowns and a bridge and he took my teeth. I’m sure he was creative with them. We always had an amazing bond. Quincy would do anything to help his Grandma Sue.

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Nolita Blackmore posted a condolence

Saturday, March 4, 2023

Dear Quince, I am going to write this memory as a letter to you, because it is some things I want you to know - on paper - about how much I love and miss you forever. I am also going to start this by saying what nearly every other person who is writing in your book is saying: I WISH I HAD KNOWN YOU BETTER. Life is so damn unfair! We should have grown up together as siblings and known each other's pet peeves, guilty pleasures, and helped each other accomplish our childhood dreams as we grew up, all while annoying each other to no end. My first recollections of you: I had just turned 7 years old when you were born. I remember being so proud that I was getting a new baby in our family to love. I loved hanging out with M. Suzan, and thought she was cool, so it was pretty cool that she was going to be having a baby. We were living at Ryan Ranch when she got married, but when you were born, we had just moved to Bountiful, and were living in a brown house in kind of the middle of the community, this was the first time our family lived in Bountiful. I remember M.Suzan and Dad going to Victoria Island and knowing that they were going to be coming home with a new wee baby that I was already obsessed with loving. I don't remember all of the details, but I remember helping your mom give you baths and choose out the clothes I thought were cutest for you to wear. One day you were sleeping on one of the couches in the living room, wrapped in an oversized baby blanket. Your mom was sitting on the other couch. You woke up and started fussing, so your mom asked me to bring you to her. I picked up the big bundle of you in a blanket, and you slid out the bottom of the blanket, and started to cry your saddest baby cry. Your mom rushed over and picked you up, and you, her and me, all cried our eyes out. I felt horrible. I didn't think your mom would ever let me hold you again. That is my earliest clear memory of you. You had the cutest laugh, the most contagious smile, and I thought you were the cutest kid on the planet. This worked for and against you your entire life - some people loved you, while other people were jealous of you, but you continued living life sharing your genuine smile to the world. I loved watching you grow, and in my mind I can see you splashing in the water at the pond, playing in the mud, laughing at the pets we had, and pulling you in a sled on the snow. I would sometimes make little "school papers" for you to do. In my mind you were the smartest kid. When Allister was born, you were just a wee tot, and I tried to help M. Suzan as much as possible with you and him. You moved into Melvin's room, and I helped her set that up, it had a door into her bathroom, and was right next to her room. One day in the summer, your mom put sleeping Allister in a baby bouncy thing to sleep on the table in the dining room. I was hanging clothes on the clothesline next to the dining room. I heard M. Suzan let out a scream, so I went rushing in to see what was wrong. She was laughing/crying while she was holding you. You had found a red marker, and in the few minutes Allister was sleeping there alone, you had drawn all over his face, hands, feet, clothes, and baby seat, while he was still sleeping soundly, and you were sitting there admiring your amazing artwork. Your momma thought it was blood when she first entered the room. We all sat there and stifled our laughs while she scolded you about not drawing on baby brother. I remember another time, M. Suzan called me to come into her room, you were sitting on the floor in her closet, and you had found her snackies. You had opened a bag of triangle-shaped Bugles, and were putting them on your fingers, and eating them off one by one. She asked you what you were doing, and you said that you were "eating fingernails". We laughed at you, and she scolded you for sneaking into her snackies without asking. You would come up with the cutest things to say. I remember you playing "Bob the Builder", and I would always include you in little jobs I was doing, because you were so curious about helping, and also I liked you being with me and hanging out. At some point you were on the 'dish job chart' and some jobs were too hard for you, so I would help you with your 'dish job' and then also do my 'dish job'. To be fair, I was the oldest kid, so although I was nine, I was always heading the crew while your mom took care of the baby. When I got my first camera, for my tenth birthday, I literally filled most of the film up with photos of you, just doing your little boy things, or me making you pose for me, lol. One of photos I clearly remember, we were canning peaches that day, and I had snagged you to be my helper. We went down to get more lids for the jars, and I thought it was cool, that the rings fit on your arms, so I loaded both your tiny little arms up with rings around them, then gave you a bottle of peaches to hold while I took a photo of you. Damn, you were a cutie. I remember one time you were wiggly at prayer time so father spanked you. I felt so much anger because it seemed like there was a better way to teach you to not be wiggly at prayer time. I always tried to do my best to look after you. Father did too, that was just a memory that stuck in my brain for some reason. When Allister passed in December, 2002, I tried to be a super helpful big sister. You were your mom's biggest comfort. Somewhere along the way you got potty-trained. We all were jealous of the juice boxes and snacks you got to eat, but we all also were pretty good at 'going potty'. You would share your treats with us too, and we celebrated what a big boy you were. One time you were 'cutting grass' with some scissors - don't ask me to explain why you thought that was a good idea- but you were just outside alone just going after cutting the grass, and you snipped off the end of your finger. Mum put a bandage on it for you, and a day or so later, M. Suzan (who was pregnant with Pearl) was changing your bandage. Me, Melvin, Kathrine and you were all sitting on the counter to be moral support to you, and to see how your finger was healing up. Your mom took the bandage off, and instantly fainted across the kitchen floor. I was terrified, we all looked at her like, WTF. After a few seconds she opened her eyes, and said, "What happened?" Melvin started laughing, like, you know what happened! She asked me to call Father. I helped her to the phone, and either her or I put the bandage on your finger. She didn't realize your finger looked so bad, and some reason when she saw it, it made her faint. A few days later she was walking you in the stroller to go put flowers on Allister's grave, and nearly fainted again. I tried to look out for her and it was scary to us kids that she wasn't feeling well. She was most of the time the only parent at home, especially in the summer. You grew and you grew and you grew!! I remember reading books to you. M. Suzan had the coolest selection of books. We all loved gathering around and listening to her read stories, and also loved playing with her toy collections. A lot of the time you would get bored of playing and find entertainment in terrorizing our perfect doll set ups, or farm set ups, and we would start to yell at you to stop it. Then M. Suzan would tell us to pick up the toys and we would do something else. You were a great little tumbler dude! We would sometimes go to the gyms or go tumble on mats. You started going to school in kindergarten when you were five. You were too cute! I remember you were on snack for the letter "I" and I helped your momma make 'Insect Ice-cubes for Ice water', and I don't even know what else. She was so creative. I was in grade 7. Our lives changed soooo drastically in December, 2005. It should have never happened. It was so confusing, and I should have been there to be your bossy big sister through your entire life. Life went from a carefree kid, to constant stress, and I am sure it did this for you too, because of how strict everything became. All the control, all the restrictions, all the rules to follow "or else", all the "worthy or not worthy" stuff that became our living nightmare. I thought of you and my family a lot. I would ask about you sometimes. I would look at the photos I had of you until I was told I had to shred them, and any memories I had of the family. It got so strict that I was chastised if I even thought of you guys. In 2008, when I lived at Grandpa's house, we lived in the apartment downstairs. You would come and say hi to us. I would try to sneak around and say hi to you guys too. But I will never forget your cute toothless smile this one time when you knocked on the door and I opened it. You were wearing a camouflage shirt. You didn't even have words you wanted to say, you just wanted to say hi. Your eyes were beaming with light and love for me, and I wanted more than anything to just be the sister I should be. You told me that you, Melvin and dad were working down at the shed, and you had come up to use the toilet. I gave you some sort of snack, and you darted off back to help dad. That meant a lot to me. The first shirt I ever sewed, I made for you, it was a dark green shirt, and I put the sleeves in backwards. LMAO. I fixed it before I gave it to you. Because I wasn't allowed to hang out with you guys or talk to you, I wanted to somehow let you know I really cared about you. I think we got some photos, but I was required to delete them and shred them all, so I don't still have these. It was a really sad time for me, to completely be required to try to forget the family that I loved and cared for so much. And I am sure that it was just as heart-wrenching for you guys too. I did not see you again from 2009 until 2018, I missed out on so much of being in your life and watching you grow up and be the incredible and amazing human that I think you are. Even then, we didn't really do much together. I did try to make sure I gave you birthday cards with cash, and kept in touch with texting. When you had the snow mobile accident and ruptured your spleen in 2021, we went out for dinner, and that was fun. Our entire text messages is checking on you, asking when you are going to be around, and us saying we need to hang out. I wish we had made this happen more. You and me both saying we loved each other. I still have the text messages when you told me that when you were a little boy, you decided that when you got old enough, you were going to come find me and make sure I was safe. And you told me you wanted to hurt anyone who has ever hurt me in my life. I feel the same way about you, and I told you that meant a lot to me, but you were just a tiny kid, and so was a kid, and we were left with some really deep trauma, that affected our closeness to each other, and how we view the world around us, and even the meaning of 'family'. When you told me you were going to Australia, I was so proud of you!! We kept in touch all through your adventures there. You loved visiting Thailand, and loved doing the Mauy Thai martial arts. I loved watching you explore and see the photos you took of the gorgeous places you visited. We had so much life to live together. So many adventures that we needed to create. On Sunday, February 19, 2023, I went to Father's house to see you boys. You had told me you would be home on Sunday evening. I hoped I would see you. The next morning I sent a text to your phone saying I was going to be coming up to see you in the week, after we got off work. You never received this text. Since Melvin's death, I have tried to understand the pain of young men from cults, and how life must be for them. I tried reaching out to you so you knew I was there; you said you did - but I know I don't know what you were going through inside every day. Since your death, I have been completely shattered inside. I will never understand the pain you carried every day, and hid so well behind your handsome smile and loving energy. There are so many questions I will not get answers to, but I know that knowing you has changed my life for the better. I have always been so god-damn proud of you, and I have always loved you so much! I will see your love and artwork in nature; I will feel your energy as I do my best to not let your memory die. I will carry you in my soul forever. I love you Quince. You will always be my charming little brother that I hold deep in my heart. Give our other brother's hugs from us, and until we meet again, just know I am so proud of the incredible being that you are. With love, Your big sis, Nolita Colleen.

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Yalissa Palmer posted a condolence

Friday, March 3, 2023

When we were younger and Suzann and her family first rejoined the Palmer family I would hang out with Quincy and Joe they where 3 years older than me and they made me feel like one of the rebellious big kids it was always a fun time

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Nolita Blackmore posted a condolence

Friday, March 3, 2023

Dear Quince, I am going to write this memory as a letter to you, because it is everything I want you to know - on paper - about how much I love and miss you forever. I am also going to start this by saying what nearly every other person who is writing in your book is saying: I wish I had known you better. Life is so damn unfair! We should have grown up together as siblings and known each other's pet peeves, guilty pleasures, and helped each other accomplish our childhood dreams as we grew up, all while annoying each other to no end. My first recollections of you: I had just turned 7 years old when you were born. I remember being so proud that I was getting a new baby in our family to love. I loved hanging out with M. Suzan, and thought she was cool, so it was pretty cool that she was going to be having a baby. We were living at Ryan Ranch when she got married, but when you were born, we had just moved to Bountiful, and were living in a brown house in kind of the middle of the community, this was the first time our family lived in Bountiful. I remember M.Suzan and Dad going to Victoria Island and knowing that they were going to be coming home with a new wee baby that I was already obsessed with loving. I don't remember all of the details, but I remember helping your mom give you baths and choose out the clothes I thought were cutest for you to wear. One day you were sleeping on one of the couches in the living room, wrapped in an oversized baby blanket. Your mom was sitting on the other couch. You woke up and started fussing, so your mom asked me to bring you to her. I picked up the big bundle of you in a blanket, and you slid out the bottom of the blanket, and started to cry your saddest baby cry. Your mom rushed over and picked you up, and you, her and me, all cried our eyes out. I felt horrible. I didn't think your mom would ever let me hold you again. That is my earliest clear memory of you. We moved to the new log house when you were still an infant. You had the cutest laugh, the most contagious smile, and I thought you were the cutest kid on the planet. This worked for and against you your entire life - some people loved you, while other people were jealous of you, but you continued living life sharing your genuine smile to the world. I loved watching you grow, and in my mind I can see you splashing in the water at the pond, playing in the mud, laughing at the pets we had, pulling you in a sled on the snow, pulling weeds in the garden, and riding your trike. I would sometimes make little "school papers" for you to do. In my mind you were the smartest kid. When Allister was born, you were just a wee tot, and I tried to help M. Suzan as much as possible with you and him. You moved into Melvin's room, and I helped her set that up, it had a door into her bathroom, and was right next to her room. One day in the summer, your mom put sleeping Allister in a baby bouncy thing to sleep on the table in the dining room. I was hanging clothes on the clothesline next to the dining room. After a bit, I heard M. Suzan let out a scream, so I went rushing in to see what was wrong. She was laughing/crying while she was holding you. You had found a red marker, and in the few minutes Allister was sleeping there alone, you had drawn all over his face, hands, feet, clothes, and baby seat, while he was still sleeping soundly, and you were sitting there admiring your amazing artwork. Your momma thought it was blood when she first entered the room. We all sat there and stifled our laughs while she scolded you about not drawing on baby brother. I remember another time, M. Suzan called me to come into her room, you were sitting on the floor in her closet, and you had found her snackies. You had opened a bag of triangle-shaped Bugles, and were putting them on your fingers, and eating them off one by one. She asked you what you were doing, and you said that you were "eating fingernails". We laughed at you, and she scolded you for sneaking into her snackies without asking. You would come up with the cutest things to say. I remember you playing "Bob the Builder", and I would always include you in little jobs I was doing, because you were so curious about helping, and also I liked you being with me and hanging out. At some point you were on the 'dish job chart' and some jobs were too hard for you, so I would help you with your 'dish job' and then also do my 'dish job'. To be fair, I was the oldest kid, so although I was nine, I was always heading the crew while your mom took care of the baby. When I got my first camera, for my tenth birthday, I literally filled most of the film up with photos of you, just doing your little boy things, or me making you pose for me, lol. One of photos I clearly remember, we were canning peaches that day, and I had snagged you to be my helper. We went down to get more lids for the jars, and I thought it was cool, that the rings fit on your arms, so I loaded both your tiny little arms up with rings around them, then gave you a bottle of peaches to hold while I took a photo of you. Damn, you were a cutie. I remember one time you were wiggly at prayer time so father spanked you. I felt so much anger because it seemed like there was a better way to teach you to not be wiggly at prayer time. I always tried to do my best to look after you. Father did too, that was just a memory that stuck in my brain for some reason. When Allister passed away in December, 2002, I tried to be a super helpful big sister. You were your mom's biggest comfort. Somewhere along the way you got potty-trained. We all were jealous of the juice boxes and snacks you got to eat, but we all also were pretty good at 'going potty'. You would share your treats with us too, and we celebrated what a big boy you were. One time you were 'cutting grass' with some scissors - don't ask me to explain why you thought that was a good idea- but you were just outside alone just going after cutting the grass, and you snipped off the end of your finger. Mum put a bandage on it for you, and a day or so later, M. Suzan (who was pregnant with Pearl) was changing your bandage. Me, Melvin, Kathrine and you were all sitting on the counter to be moral support to you, and to see how your finger was healing up. Your mom took the bandage off, and instantly fainted across the kitchen floor. I was terrified, we all looked at her like, WTF. After a few seconds she opened her eyes, and said, "What happened?" Melvin started laughing, like, you know what happened! She asked me to call Father. I helped her to the phone, and either her or I put the bandage on your finger. She didn't realize your finger looked so bad, and some reason when she saw it, it made her faint. A few days later she was walking you in the stroller to go put flowers on Allister's grave, and nearly fainted again. I tried to look out for her and it was scary to us kids that she wasn't feeling well. She was most of the time the only parent at home, especially in the summer. You grew and you grew and you grew!! I remember reading books to you. M. Suzan had the coolest selection of books. We all loved gathering around and listening to her read stories, and also loved playing with her toy collections. A lot of the time you would get bored of playing and find entertainment in terrorizing our perfect doll set ups, or farm set ups, and we would start to yell at you to stop it. Then M. Suzan would tell us to pick up the toys and we would do something else. You were a great little tumbler dude! We would sometimes go to the gyms or go tumble on mats. You started going to school in kindergarten when you were five. You were too cute! I remember you were on snack for the letter "I" and I helped your momma make 'Insect Ice-cubes for Ice water', and I don't even know what else. She was so creative. I was in grade 7. Our lives changed soooo drastically in December, 2005. It should have never happened. It was so confusing, and I should have been there to be your bossy big sister through your entire life. Life went from a carefree kid, to constant stress, and I am sure it did this for you too, because of how strict everything became. All the control, all the restrictions, all the rules to follow "or else", all the "worthy or not worthy" stuff that became our living nightmare. I thought of you and my family a lot. I would ask about you sometimes. I would look at the photos I had of you until I was told I had to shred them, and any memories I had of the family. It got so strict that I was chastised if I even thought of you guys. In 2008, when I lived at Grandpa's house, we lived in the apartment downstairs. You would come and say hi to us. I would try to sneak around and say hi to you guys too. But I will never forget your cute toothless smile this one time when you knocked on the door and I opened it. You were wearing a camouflage shirt. You didn't even have words you wanted to say, you just wanted to say hi. Your eyes were beaming with light and love for me, and I wanted more than anything to just be the sister I should be. You told me that you, Melvin and dad were working down at the shed, and you had come up to use the toilet, and wanted to say hi. I gave you some sort of snack, and you darted off back to help dad. That meant a lot to me. The first shirt I ever sewed, I made for you, it was a dark green shirt, and I put the sleeves in backwards. LMAO. I fixed it before I gave it to you. Because I wasn't allowed to hang out with you guys or talk to you, I wanted to somehow let you know I really cared about you. I think we got some photos, but I was required to delete them and shred them all, so I don't still have these. It was a really sad time for me, to completely be required to try to forget the family that I loved and cared for so much. And I am sure that it was just as heart-wrenching for you guys too. I did not see you again from 2009 until 2018, I missed out on so much of being in your life and watching you grow up and be the incredible and amazing human that I think you are. Even then, we didn't really do much together. I did try to make sure I gave you birthday cards with cash, and kept in touch with texting and sharing photos. When you had the snow mobile accident and ruptured your spleen in 2021, we went out for dinner, and that was fun. Our entire text messages is checking on you, asking when you are going to be around, and us saying we need to hang out. I wish we had made this happen more. You and me both saying we loved each other. I still have the text messages when you told me that when you were a little boy, you decided that when you got old enough, you were going to come find me and make sure I was safe. And you told me you wanted to hurt anyone who has ever hurt me in my life. I feel the same way about you, and I told you that meant a lot to me, but you were just a tiny kid, and I was a kid, and we were left with some really deep trauma, that affected our closeness to each other, and how we view the world around us, and even the meaning of 'family'. When you told me you were going to Australia, I was so proud of you!! We kept in touch all through your adventures there. You loved visiting Thailand, and loved doing the MauyThai martial arts. I loved watching you explore and see the photos you took of the gorgeous places you visited. We had so much life to live together. So many adventures that we needed to create. On Sunday, February 19, 2023, I went to Father's house to see you boys. You had told me you would be home on Sunday evening. I hoped I would see you. The next morning I sent a text to your phone saying I was going to be coming up to see you in the week, after we got off work. You never received this text. Since Melvin's death, I have tried to understand the pain of young men from cults, and how life must be for them. I tried reaching out to you so you knew I was there; you said you did - but I know I don't know what you were going through inside every day. Since your death, I have been completely shattered inside. I will never understand the pain you carried every day, and hid so well behind your handsome smile and loving energy. There are so many questions I will not get answers to, but I know that knowing you has changed my life for the better. I have always been so god-damn proud of you, and I have always loved you so much! I will see your love and artwork in nature; I will feel your energy as I do my best to not let your memory die. I will carry you in my soul forever. I love you Quince. You will always be my charming little brother that I hold deep in my heart. Give our other brother's hugs from us, and until we meet again, just know I am so proud of the incredible being that you are. With love, Your big sis, Nolita Colleen.

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Dean Blackmore posted a condolence

Thursday, March 2, 2023

The night after Quincys celebration of life Dean, rubie, Kenna, Shell, and Rina went on a night time walk to get some fresh air when they saw the Northern lights. This was the first time they ever saw the Northern lights they couldn't really see the colors of the lights but they could see them flashing, so they started taking pictures in nightmod which made the colors show. They stood outside for awhile taking pictures and talking to Quincy through the wind, they would ask a question and Quincy would make the wind blow to let them know he was there, after awhile Dean got a picture of the Northern lights that had a clear skull shape in it, skulls were Quincys favorite shape, so when Quince made a skull shape in the Northern lights all the kids where very surprised and happy to see a sign that Quincy was still with them.

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Millie Blackmore posted a condolence

Thursday, March 2, 2023

Dear Suzann, So sorry to hear about your precious boy. I remember when he was born. I was so thankful to go to the funeral to hear all the stories and songs. He seemed like an amazing son! I also remember very well going to Allister’s funeral which I think was about 20 years ago. I pray for strength for you to get through the days ahead. I have loved all the memories about Quincy that you & Nolita and family have posted on Facebook. So thankful to know you and your wonderful family! Love, Millie (Pete’s)

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Ina Schibli posted a condolence

Thursday, March 2, 2023

When I think of Quincy I think of his smile. This boy made me an Auntie, I'm so proud of him for having the courage to follow his dreams and travel to Australia and Thailand. I enjoyed our short conversations about traveling and how we could connect over the topic. I really wish we weren't separated by religious views in younger years, so we could have really gotten to know each other. You always had the best biggest smile every time I saw you. Sometimes people who hurt the most smile the brightest to hide the pain. I hope that you have found some peace. I hope that things will get better in this world, so we don't have to lose anyone else to suicide.

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Shandra Palmer posted a condolence

Wednesday, March 1, 2023

Fuck you bud just kidding I love you man Quince was an awesome guy who always gave more than he ever received. We have tons of great memories with quince. Quince and I were best friends and were like brothers. We did every thing together when we were younger including stealing whisky from Aaron all the time and when we tried stealing vodka from Fred he was prepared and filled the bottle with water and we didn’t even notice till the next day when Fred said, so did you guys enjoy that water last night. Quince and I would go hiking, dirt biking, camping and snowmobiling, one time after it snowed a lot we hopped on our snowmobiles and went to timmies drive through. One of Quincy’s nicknames was Jaxson because in our friend group it was me, Jocelyn, Jason and Jasper and he felt left out because his name didn’t start with J so we asked him what we should call him and he said Jaxson. When I got our house in lumberton Quince and Jason were there helping me renovate and I got them to tar the roof and the first thing they did was paint a big long black “vary creative” image with tar that can probably be seen from space. Quince even made plans for us to buy some land one day so we could build ourselves some mansions. Without quince breaking my bubble and making me get out and make friends I would not be the person I am today and not have the same life I’m living with my own family. At his age we feels like we should all be gathered here today for his wedding not this. That’s all goodbye best friend, brother and nephew.

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Suzanna Palmer posted a condolence

Wednesday, March 1, 2023

At 12 Every time we went the big farm store in the states Quince would come up to me with a big arm load Of things for his pets. Unfortunately money was scarce so i had to say no. A few days ago I was telling him -If only I could go back and say yes to all the pet things. He told me it was ok and he couldn’t even remember that.

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Jelisa Paridaen posted a condolence

Tuesday, February 28, 2023

Sending all my love and strength to you and your kiddos Suzann. You were a huge part of my life as a kid and I looked up to you in every way. I remember how exciting it was when you became a Mama for the first time and had Quince. You raised an exceptional man, ..of course you did. You’re a wonderful Mama and human. ❤️ we love you!

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Stacey Chatwin posted a condolence

Tuesday, February 28, 2023

Unfortunately I didn't get to know you too well these last few years, but I was lucky enough to know you as the adorable little kiddo that you were. You always had the biggest contagious smile. I remember when you were little you were so full of energy, joy, goofiness, and life. Even at such a young age you hated being tied down or quieted. Keep painting the sky with you beautiful art work Quince!

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Sunday, February 26, 2023

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Sunday, February 26, 2023

Q: What will you never forget about Quince? A: I’ll never forget how he could literally build anything with his hands. He built this fabulous shelter for my daughter and himself when they went camping. With just an axe. He loved a good steak! I remember the time he rescued 2 coyote pups that he found in a big pipe. They were not happy that he caught them…he had to wear big gloves to even try to feed them. His smile. Just his mannerism. He was always so polite.

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Sunday, February 26, 2023

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Sunday, February 26, 2023

out of all the memories i have with quince, the best ones are when we would stay up almost all night and talk about the most random stuff like how weird it is that the galaxy is never ending and how “nothing” actually doesnt exist because nothing is still something. he was my bestfriend for so long. ill love you forever quince♥️

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Sunday, February 26, 2023

Q: What will you miss most about Quince? A: What I will miss most about quince.. there’s so many things that come to mind.. he was the most generous, amazing, kind, loving, phenomenal man I’ve ever met in my life.. I will miss his smile and laugh most of all.. he had a smile that could light up a whole room.. and he had the most infectious laugh that brought joy to so many.. that boy was one of the rare ones.. he had a heart of gold, and would do anything for the people he loved.. he was truly more precious then rubies..

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Sunday, February 26, 2023

I fell in love w quince when I was 13 the 7 years I knew him was the best time of my life everything involved around him when I couldn’t be with him I’d just wanna show him everything cool I’d do or get cuz I knew he’d be just as excited. When quince would go for work in ab he’d always call me n tell me what he’s doin or cuz he just wanted to, this one time he was somewhere outta service n would use the satellite work phone just to be able to hear my voice quince really did love the thought of me being so obsessed w him he’s like we’ll be together one day and I said maybe in a nothing life when we got together I remember him telling me see I told you we’d be together. We’d always go on adventures we loved chasing waterfalls he showed me everywhere his brother n him would go n do n where he grew up the cabins they would hang out at in kings gate he’d always bring me out there to where it was an all time thing we go and take quad up the mountain n just take it all in I’ve bin probably all around the mountain where he stayed wish we could go again we would go hunting everywhere and fishing off the boat when we took it out on the lake he’d ask his dad to rent it for the weekend n ask his mom to take the trailer to go camping he always wanted to do something w me I’m gunna miss you quince I enjoyed all of our memories you took me places n showed me some incredible things and I’ll never forget that you took a lot of me when you left I just know ur up there flying his w ur bros but until me meet again you’ll always be in my heart mi amor LOML -Cali

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Sunday, February 26, 2023

Oh Q imma miss you so much imma miss just walking in the trailer in the morning and your just sleeping on the couch imma miss are long night walks in the summer time man imma miss everything about you, I miss this night so much just chilling in the bathroom all night chilling in the bath tub just doing are thing to make the night better until we got kicked out of the bathroom then we just moved to the washer and played a bored game on the washer we still dont know what game we played but I will always have that night in my head driving around until 6am imma really miss those nights in the summer I love you homie rest easy-Hailey ♥️

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Sunday, February 26, 2023

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Fwd: The Mountains children We were the children of the mountain. Running free among the evergreens. Sented by buttercups, crainbells and paint brushes. No desire for shoes or counting the minuets on the clock. Snacking on rhubarb, wild apples or saskatoon berries. Thirst quenched by an underground spring. Water, driping down the bank of the rocks. A playground of rock shale, tree forts, rolling hills and meadows and more. We'd bathe in the mud. Wash in the creek. Then warm on the hot rocks that were heated by the sun. Sticks were not sticks. They were Ponys, swords, guns, bows and arrows, and the walls of our tree forts. Games of capture the flag, cops n robbers, kick the can and over, would go on without end. Winter meant meeting up with other familys at the sledding hill, hot cocoa, a nice fire and a train of little children flying down the hill on all sorts of contraptions. We were the children who were always outside. No electronics or distractions, we had each other and we had the Mountain. Now when you miss a mountain child, just go into nature and you will see, their footprints in the mud. You will feel there guidence among the hunters path and their spirit flying freely down the ski slopes. They will greet you with every sunrise and wish you farewell with every sunset. When you miss a mountain child, go outside, you will soon feel that they are not so far away.

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Sunday, February 26, 2023

I will forever be sad that I didn’t get the chance to know Quince better. The times we did have were pretty awesome.

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Sunday, February 26, 2023

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Dean Blackmore posted a condolence

Sunday, February 26, 2023

Deans story When we were young we never really got to hang out because he was living in Lumberton at the time. Starting public school at parkland in grade nine just me I started parkland this year. While he was in Australia on his trip we started messaging a lot more and playing games. The distance brought us closer together. He told me all of his adventures when he got back and surprised us on Christmas morning. That day we hung out by the fire sharing stories, taking pictures and making fun of my music choices. He especially liked the one song played those who were there will know why. We spent some quality time together in our martial arts class every Wednesday and driving through town with music blasting. We all started making plans to go traveling together. Me, Trustin, and Quince backpacking through Vietnam. Dreaming of creating crazy memories and hoping to get to know our brothers just a little better. Me and quince went on a drive that night, I wish I could have known that was going to be our last adventure together.

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Joe P posted a condolence

Sunday, February 26, 2023

Fuck you bud just kidding I love you man Quince was an awesome guy who always gave more than he ever received. We have tons of great memories with quince. Quince and I were best friends and were like brothers. We did every thing together when we were younger including stealing whisky from Aaron all the time and when we tried stealing vodka from Fred he was prepared and filled the bottle with water and we didn’t even notice till the next day when Fred said, so did you guys enjoy that water last night. Quince and I would go hiking, dirt biking, camping and snowmobiling, one time after it snowed a lot we hopped on our snowmobiles and went to timmies drive through. One of Quincy’s nicknames was Jaxson because in our friend group it was me, Jocelyn, Jason and Jasper and he felt left out because his name didn’t start with J so we asked him what we should call him and he said Jaxson. When I got our house in lumberton Quince and Jason were there helping me renovate and I got them to tar the roof and the first thing they did was paint a big long black “vary creative” image with tar that can probably be seen from space. Quince even made plans for us to buy some land one day so we could build ourselves some mansions. Without quince breaking my bubble and making me get out and make friends I would not be the person I am today and not have the same life I’m living with my own family. At his age we feels like we should all be gathered here today for his wedding not this. That’s all goodbye best friend, brother and nephew.

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Aunty Shan posted a condolence

Sunday, February 26, 2023

Quincy made me an aunty at 4 years old, I’ve been aunt Shan my whole life. He was my parents first grandchild. My tiniest memory of us was when he was so young, my mom and his mom were at the Trail house. My mom had just given birth to Quade and Suzan Alistair. Quincy had asked for milk and I wanted the same. Little to my knowledge did I know it was breast milk. My mom gave me a glass and I spit it out as I did not enjoy it as much as he did. He was the cutest kid, with the most contagious smile. When I was in kindergarten we were separated because of Religion. We lived in the same community but we all lost each other. The only time I saw lil Quincy was when we would run into his mom and the kids around the block or surprise visits. He would always run up to me and give me a hug until hugs got banned for him and he no longer could. Years later my sister and her kids left the religion and slowly eased into the real world. Quincy stayed with his gramma in our house for quite a bit and he was so helpful and loving and did anything he could to help out Gramma. I moved out and we still kept in touch, he would check up on me once in a while when I saw him around. Later in life he moved in with my sister Pam and I joined them to work in Alberta. Him, Joe, Pam, Fred and I worked really hard and camped out for the Fall season doing work in the Kananaskis Alberta. We all crammed into Fred’s trailer and it was the closest I had ever felt to all of them in so long. Every night the generator would shut off and we would freeze. I would wake up to Quincy running in from outside in his shorts screaming “FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK” because he was always the one to restart it. Pam and I bitched and complained the entire time about the hard work and the cold weather but Joe and Quince are made up of 95% vape juice so they really didn’t have a thought in they heads. That year our thanksgiving dinner was Walmart pies and cold leftover pizza heated up over the fire and it was the best thanksgiving of my life. Quince was a super hard worker and we had to force the kid to take breaks, he worked every job every day like it was his first day on the job. Little did we know that it was his escape. He wasn’t scared of Grizzlies either, Pam and I were shitting our pants on the daily while he just hiked around at ease. Quince lived with Pam and I on and off, we would work together sometimes and anytime he was around he would cook for us. He was so fucking special, the way he cared for his family was unreal. He cared hard and had so much respect for his aunties and all of his elders. Just the sweetest most respectful kid. One night Zeena, Quince and I were together and Zee wanted to go to an abandoned house and use the ouija board but I was scared and Zeena called me a pussy which is just normal talk for us two. Quince was so cute that night and told Zeena not to talk to me like that because I’m amazing and a great person. He introduced me to Lil Peep and would sing every word to every song. He will always be my Beamer boy. For my 23rd birthday he and Dayna joined us on a limo ride to see all the Christmas lights. Anytime we stopped he would take a vape break and my niece Brinlee would lecture him that it was going to turn his lungs black and it was bad for him. Until he showed B some smoke tricks then she started to encourage it. We didn’t have him back in our lives long enough. Quince was a true gansta just like me, and today we are celebrating his life, thank you all who have shown up to pay your respects. Our family needs all the love we can get. We will not let him down, for tonight we will raise our glasses and dump one out for our boy. He was an art piece in human form with his bangin beats and swaggy outfits he will live on forever. Love you always sweet Quince. DGK all day

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Thursday, February 23, 2023

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Quince Duane "Quincy" Blackmore

2000 - 2023

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