Sorry I couldn't make this funeral. I knew Joe Leblanc from years past. My memories of him being over at our house in Edmonton, AB, and also walking in Whiterock BC. I know he liked travelling, especially Peru, South America. Great sadness in hearing the manner of his death. Joe know when you enter heaven that we will be wishing you were here with us. Stay here with us in all the memories that you made.

Rest in Peace!!

Your cousin,

Christina Kitsco

We send our condolinces to the families of the young man *Joe *Leblance*M<ay God Help you all through this very sad time~ Resat in Peace young man~

A gentle soul with a kind heart. May you walk with the Angels Joey.

Mrs. LeBlanc, John, Greg and family , sending our heartfelt condolences.

May the love from your family and friends bring you strength during this extremely difficult time.

Sincerely,

Maja, Tiyana & Mattheus Bremer

Sorry for your loss of your son, brother. nephew, cousin,and friend,

thinking of you during these very sad days.

Sincerely, Doris, Sandy and Ian.

Joey travelled out to our acreage near Pigeon Lake a couple of summers ago, I vividly remember walking with Joey through an adjacent acreage we owned at the time and it was evident from Joey's quiet manner that he really enjoyed this walk in the woods, past a small stream and fallen trees. Perhaps it was Joey's unspoken demeanor at the time that left an imprint of a kind and gentle soul. It was a pleasant few moments in the woods, as Poet Robert Frost wrote in his poem...'These woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep...."

You are not forgotten Ronald Joe Leblanc and may you walk the heavenly woods now that you have crossed to the other side....

My cousin Joey was 12 years old when I was born. We're both rabbits according to the Chinese Zodiac, considered gentle natured and keen. I didn't often get to see Joey through my life, but I did get to see him one year when I was visiting from Japan, long ago, when I was in my 20s.. I think Joey was already living in Winnipeg but visiting his parents (my Uncle Joe was still alive at that time) and brothers. We walked down to the ocean together from his parents (my Auntie Lucy and Uncle Joe's) house. I remember that time oddly clearly, and I remember many things about Joey, that he was a vegetarian, that he loved old fashioned typewriters, and that he was a writer (my other cousin, his younger brother John, told me about that part). I have a blanket from Peru that my Auntie Lucy gave me, that came from Joey. It's in my house to this day. Joey loved South America, I recall. I remember Joey as being authentically himself and living the life he wanted by his terms, which is a pretty incredible and admirable thing. He left a legacy that all who knew him will remember. I think he had a thing or to to teach us all about living a life true to one's self.

My deepest condolences go out to my Auntie Lucy, Joey's mom, and to my other cousins (his brothers) Greg and John. It is so hard for everyone who knew Joey to say goodbye to him, such a good man, such a gentle and kind soul. I really cannot believe that he is gone, that I couldn't have another conversation with him while walking down to the ocean, that his spirit has moved on, but I hope that all of those who remember him will think of him often, especially when they see an old-fashioned typewriter, I'll miss you Joey. I hope your spirit is at peace.