Monday, April 1, 2024
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I met Rob Bridson back in St-Thomas University, when there was a residence called "Keddie's", a "newly" acquisitioned motel for the University of St-Thomas. It was 24 years ago, when fate would deem that 2 Roberts should share a residence room. It made it both convenient and inconvenient on both parties to share that detail to other students at STU or UNB. 2 completely different personalities yet principles and morals were aligned enough to agree to not only be friends but roommates when a choice was offered the following year..semester really. I still recall the first time I "met" Rob's parents; they came into the dorm room at the most non-dormitory normal time to visit their son. Yet, rather than face the public after the standard imbibing one pursues at an educational institution's dormitory, I thought it best to play unconscious and expect a hasty conclusion to this encounter. If you can recall what a model family sounded like any 90s tv show, this is what I could interpret through the dulled senses of a hangover. Rob's mother would instantly get to work on making the obvious border line of each roommate's territory disappear, his father was quieter which made me believe he was more thoughtful and aware of the situation. Rob and his mother exchanged more words than anyone would expect in this scenario...but this was their way. What Rob Bridson had was a loving family, faithful friends, appreciation for life in different aspects but genuine in his vision. If you had the opportunity to exchange a few words, spend a couple minutes around or even just witnessing the impact Rob can have on those in this world, it would not be a wasted moment in your life. Thank you for those opportune moments my friend, see you when I see you.
Rob Laberge
