Monday, November 10, 2025
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In loving memory of my cousin Cassie
Cassie wasn’t just my cousin — she was more like a sister. From the time we were little, she filled every room — and every moment — with laughter, light, and pure joie de vivre.
She was generous from the very start — I’ll never forget how, at Christmas, she would hand out her toys to everyone with that classic Cassie line: “I need this back tomorrow.” It was so her — giving from the heart. Even when she wanted to keep a piece of joy close.
Her energy and imagination were endless. I can still picture her in her iconic summer outfit — bathing suit, life jacket, and rain boots — spending all day catching frogs. Everything was going perfectly until she forgot her bucket of frogs in the sun. Heartbroken but determined, she convinced my dad to help her create a full frog cemetery out back, complete with popsicle stick crosses from each little frog. That was Cassie — full of heart, creativity, and a deep sense of care for every living thing.
We shared so many memories together — including our first concert adventure, traveling solo to Ottawa to see New Kids on the Block. It felt like the biggest event in the world, and of course, Cassie made it unforgettable.
To my parents, Cassie and her mom Lise were always more than extended family — they were bonus daughters, loved and cherished as part of our family in every sense. That bond ran deeper than blood; it was woven with love, loyalty, and years of shared memories.
As a mom, Cassie has always been my inspiration. She navigated the triumphs and challenges of raising her “mini-me’s” with such grace, humour and joy. Her love and devotion for Quinten, Liam, Breanna, Kaelyn, Callee and Aishlinn was constant and visible in everything she did. She poured her whole heart into them — and that love will continue to live through them every day. Her incredible mom skills came naturally, thanks to the wonderful examples she had in her own mom and grandma, who taught her how to love fiercely, nurture deeply, and always lead with kindness.
Now she’s reunited with so many who loved her immensely and left too soon — her grandma, my parents, her uncles Bryan and Mick, and her dad John. I can only imagine the party they’re having up there — full of laughter, stories, music, mischief, and the same boundless love that always surrounded her.
And though she’s no longer here with us, we can feel her presence everywhere — in the little signs she sends, the sudden song that plays at just the right time, the laughter that echoes when we share a memory, or the warmth that wraps around us when we need it most. That’s Cassie, reminding us she’s still here — loving us, guiding us, and making sure we smile through our tears.
And if we listen closely, I’m sure we’ll hear her laughing somewhere — proudly claiming that Bryan Adams is her real dad, and that he’s serenading her right now.
Cassie’s kindness, humour, and boundless spirit touched everyone who knew her. Losing her leaves a space that words can’t fill, but her energy, generosity, and joie de vivre will always live on in us.
Rest peacefully, my beautiful cousin. You’ll always be part of us — and in the words of your “dad” Bryan Adams: EVERYTHING I DO … I DO IT FOR YOU
