On behalf of the Ellis and Willet families, we would like to thank everyone for being here to celebrate the life of Glen Ellis.  He was the best friend and partner of Joyce for 36 years, a father to his four sons, who he loved and would do anything for, a father in law, a brother, brother in law, step father, grandfather, great granfather, Uncle and Great Uncle. You can be a father biologically, but a Dad is someone who is there for his children, and he was without a doubt an awesome Dad. The last couple of days, we have shared story after story together as a family.  We have laughed, cried, and laughed more, because like us, I am sure that all of you can think of a time, when he touched our lives in some way or another.  This past September, as a family, we celebrated Glen's 80th birthday, and as a family, we decided or I should say "he decided" that he didn't want a party, as he said he didn't like to make a "fuss".  So we headed to this place called"North Fork" in Chapeau, Quebec.  The owners daughter, who I am guessing was in her late 60"s, was helping serve the tables, and because she knew Glen's grandaughter, Nicole, came over and started to flirt with him.  She said to him, "hey birthday boy, how old are you anyways?  Glen said 80.  She replied"  you look like you could go anoter 80 rounds, betcha huh big boy? She then contnued to massage his shoulders teasingly.  It was the first time I had ever seen him blush, but only for a moment.  She asked him, what is that cane for? And he replied, 'To beat off the women".  Needless to say there was lots of laughter at the supper table. Hunting. this was something he ejoyed through his younger days.  At that time, Glen liked to enjoy a few drinks.  Sometimes the naughty side would comeout, and he could land himself in hotwater.  Gerald remembers one particular time with Larry, and the crew, and Glen got into the "gold slogger".  The next morning, some people were not feeling to well.  They sent Glen out in the pickup to do the watch.  Larry and Gerald shot a moose and needed help, so Gerald got on the radio. "Glen you got a copy"? No respone.  "Glen you got a copy?" no reponse.  Larry said, "maybe there is something wrong?"  Gerald said he is probably sleeping.  Gerald tried one more time.  "Glen yo got a copy?" Finally he replied.  "Who is this?" Gerald said it's yor son, get your butt over here, Larry go a moose and we need your help. Some of you may remember Gold Crest Lodge. This was a restaurant, bar on Golden Lake and this was the family busness.The youngest son, Dean remembers it to be a very busy place. but Glen aways made time for the boys and their friends.  Of course living on the water, you aways had some kind of a boat, and Dean would get his Dad to take him and his friend's water sking. Dean said, but not without a few beers for the boat ride. Dave Moore and him would grab the skiis and away they would go, double skiing, and no spotter most of the tme. Glen would go from one end of the lake to the other, and if anyone fell, he wouldn't realize untl he looked behind, and then he would turn around to go pick up his cargo. David was 16 years old, and had just got his beginners licence, and Glen and him had to go and get groceries for the lodge at Stricklands in Eganville. So David asked his Dad if he could drive.  So off they went, got the groceries and loaded up the car, and as David went to get back behind the wheel, Glen said,"NO". David looked at him and Glen said "We ain't got all BLEEPING day! Now David has learned how to drive and exceed the speed limit.  Terry also learned at and early age how to drive and get his Dad home from the Golden Lake Club house in the wee early morning hours in the old green Chevy truck, and more recently, shared special talks about the old days on their trips to many medical appointments in the city.  These trips will always be a special memory for Terry.  When Glen turned 80 he decided it was time to quit driving his truck, but time to get a motorcycle.  Yes a motorcycle.  When Gerald heard this, because Glen had already scoped one out, he called brother Dave, and that was just a memory.  Instead the boys decided if he didn't want his truck, they would find him something else more suitable. A few weeks later, he was happily driving the "green machine" golf cart, back and forth to our place, down the snowobile trail.  Our dog "Bear" always knew first he was coming, and would start to whine, because he knew "Grandpa" was coming and he would get to go for a ride.  Glen loved it, no insurance,  and the best part he said was that it only cost $11.00 in high test. As a father in law to Kim, Donna ad myself, he was so accepting, gentle, and kind.  I am sure us girls will miss our talks about "the boys" with him. My last story to share, will be about getting Glen a cell phone.. Cell phones can be complicated, and it took some work, teaching him how to text, call, and take pictures.  This was the greatest gift we could have given him. He would text Dean at 7:30 everyday, Dave several times a week, as they both live in Aylmer, Ontario and Cindy and Wolf or anybody whose number he knew would answer him.  That also mean't you had to try and decipher his version of morse code.  Once he figured out how to do all this he was on roll.  He was on my plan, and he would come and pay me each month.  I said to Gerald, "I think we have created a text monster, your Dad sent over 2,000 texts this month". On behalf of the boys, I could have shared more stories, but  those will be theirs to remember, and to tell for years to come.  I would like to share a poem that was sent to me by a friend. It's called "Remember Me."  And as I read it, this is he: Don't remember me with sadness, don't remember me with tears, remember all the laughter we've shared throughout the years.  Now I am contented,that my life, it was worthwhile, knowing that I passed along the way, and made somebody smile. When you are walking down the street, and youv've got me on your mind, I'm walking in your footsteps, only half a stop behind.  So, please don't be unhappy, just because I'm out of sight, remember that I am with you each morning noon, and night.  "May the road rise to meet you, May the wind be at your back, May the sun shine warm upon your face, May the rain fall gently on your fields until we meet again, until we meet again, May the Lord hold you in the palm of his hands." Goodbye Dad. We Love You!