We tell each other, we laugh, we cry… We remember that we will never forget. I even wonder if we’re aware of the size of the piece that’s disappearing and it’s so much deeper than hockey. Some will think that, like René Lévesque, it was more charged than politics.
For almost a week I wake up and the first thought that comes to my mind is, ‘This can’t be. Guy is dead.”
Yvan Cournoyer is terribly shaken and like a child who doesn’t believe it he said to me: “It looks like he’s coming back…”
Martin Lafleur obviously cannot admit in his heart that he will never see his father again. And you? In his great qualities there was one constant, one common denominator that kept coming back, and Guy made a golden mountain of it: to please. As much as he wanted to lift you out of your seat while playing, when he was told about his heart problems and cancer, he took the ball. As soon as he approached the hospital, he became the spokesman for CHUM and immediately helped raise money and lots of money for the foundation.
He also volunteered for experimental treatments to…help others. He still wanted to give.
It is our own Guy Lafleur who has championed countless causes by multiplying outings, explanations and support. And when his son Mark found himself in court, he stood like a man of honour, like an unconditional father, in front of his son as if to protect him, beside his son to encourage him and behind his son to support him.
His sons, his teammates
Last fall Guy gave me news of Mark. His eyes became full of light.
“Mark, he’s fine. He became a tiler and he likes it. Mark, you know, he’s an artist. It means he’s turned out well and not nearly as much. »
With kind approval
Little Sienna Rose is Martin’s daughter and how good she looks on Grandpa’s lap.
With moving pride and a brief moment of dramatic silence, he added, “I always knew…I knew he was going to be okay, Mark. »
Guy had said it to Paul Arcand: ‘I, Mark, I will never let him down. Never. »
Remember a little over a year ago Guy announced to everyone that his agent was now a certain Martin Lafleur.
Beaming once again, Guy explained how Martin had done so well negotiating the film and then with the Canadian for his role as Ambassador.
Magically his two sons became his teammates and I know about fifty if not a hundred people who will tell you that Guy Lafleur is a teammate and the pinnacle by any means.
With the fans like that Boys
In the past few days, you’ve been reminded more than ever of how generous, patient and hardworking Guy was with his fans, even if you already knew it. Photos, autographs, handshakes, hugs, you’ll never find a single person denied a match.
Know that he was also intense with his teammates who, as was often the case, got up from the table in the restaurant to find that someone had collected all the bills.
He was never a captain, but he also sometimes rented a suite in a hotel to put together and weld Boys.
This man wanted to be loved because he loved.
Guy couldn’t believe his eyes when Guy Lamothe, the mayor of Sainte-Sophie, showed him his tattoo in The Laurentians. Yes, it’s a real one.
Guy would often get up from his seat mid-flight and help flight attendants serve lunch or collect leftovers, even on commercial flights.
The flight attendant
Imagine saying to people, “Are you finished eating? and those who lifted their heads saw Guy Lafleur, the real one.
Guy Lafleur was a character of unimaginable power. He demonstrated it to us on the skates, but also elsewhere so obviously and spectacularly.
After his accident in 1981, he decided not to touch alcohol again, and when he accepted a glass of wine a few years later, it was never like the Roaring Twenties again. He had taken matters into his own hands, he had become a different man after what nearly killed him at 30.
With kind approval
15 months ago, just before starting his treatments, Guy experimented with beards. But no, it was too stinging.
Character? When he decided to return to the National League after almost four seasons. An unimaginable achievement.
When he decided to become a helicopter pilot. Concentrated, persistent and determined, he became a role model and, of course, excellent as usual.
When he decided to go boating, he didn’t go on the river or the small lake. Leaving Montreal, he crossed the entire river, passed the Gaspé Peninsula and, alone with Lise, threw himself into the sea as far as the Magdalen Islands.
Before the holidays when he decided to stop the medication, the big treatments, he didn’t want to die but he accepted his cancer. He wanted to live again, to give, to love.
You knew Guy Lafleur.
Do you recognize your happiness?