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Beth Eifert
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Sylvio Hamel
2/19/1923 - 2/2/2006
United States
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Fran and I send ourdeepest sympathy tothe Hamel family. We have lost a wonderful member of the Hamel brothers. We know he will be missed by all. With our deepest sympathy Sincerely, Fran & Pat Hamel
Francis Hamel
02/27/2006
My story is more a recognition of a families love for their spouse, father, brother, granfather and friend. I never knew Sylvio personally, but have through correspondence with Beth and reading the contributions to his site come to know the enormous amount of love he has generated in the people close to him. It is through Beth that a new feature to this website will be born. We are calling it the "Hamel counter", in dedication and remembrance of Sylvio Hamel. It will display the amount of visits to the individual sites. The current (02/21/06) number of visits to Sylvio's site is 2634. Clearly a man well loved and sorely missed. We hope to have the Hamel counter up and running soon. Thank you Beth, family and friends Sean Rodgers Director (and now friend)
sean rodgers
02/21/2006
One of the many important lessons that dad taught me was that people should show their love through actions (which dad always did) rather than through words (which he seldom did). There are many examples of how dad demonstrated his love in this way. My first memories of dad showing this love was when he would take me to kindergarten. Since I was lucky enough to have a wonderful stay at home mom I was more than a little terrified of attending school. As busy as dad was, he would always bring me to class and then take the time to walk around the building to give me a reassuring wave from the window. Working almost always two, and sometime three jobs to provide for his family was an expression of great love, but dad did not stop there. Between dance, beauty contests, softball, baseball, karate, and cheerleading (most of which I did not participate in) he was always available to watch or help coach his children. Dad was alway there for his family whether it was to congratulate our accomplishments or to discipline us for the many times we let him down. Dad so loved his children and grandchildren. Many videos and photos show dad holding, playing with or in some way interacting with his children and grandchildren. He was an awesome father figure to several of the grandchildren that he helped raise. There was no greater honor in my life than to ask dad to be my best man. While most people ask a good friend (which I am blessed to have many of) I could think of no man who had a greater impact on my life, one who truly defines the meaning of being a "best man". I could go on and on about the many, many ways that dad demonstrated his love for us through his actions rather than only words. He is greatly missed and will always be in our hearts. I love you so much dad. You never stopped giving to us all. Your son, Paul
paul hamel
02/17/2006
There were so many sides to Dad. Two that stand out in my mind include his silly side and his philosophical side. On the silly side, he often went around the house yodeling at the top of his lungs. Even though his yodeling skills weren't top-notch, I surely could never get that lilting effect he was able to achieve. Before leaving the house, he often gave us kids a "bec a pincette." In French, it means "pinch-kiss" and is done by pinching both our cheeks and planting a kiss on both. I hated it, yet loved it. I hated it because his beard was rough and scratched my face, but loved it because it was a fun tradition of his. I remember I would protest, but never really all that much. He would answer a knock at the door or a phone call with a silly, high-pitched voice and say something like "Who is it? Is it John?" even though he knew who it was and it was never anyone named John. On the philosophical side, I remember quiet time I would spend with him on Saturday nights before he and Mom would go out dancing. While he was waiting for her to get ready, he'd mix a drink and he and I would sit at the diningroom table and talk about all sorts of things. Sometimes we'd solve the world's problems, other times he would share his wisdom, yet other times I would listen as he reminsced about his youth. Quite often he would become very contemplative and get this faraway look in his eye like he was reviewing his whole life. Then he'd shake his head slowly back-and-forth and say, "Elizabeth. It goes by so damned fast!" I didn't get it at the time, Dad, but now I definitely do. It went by too fast and I miss you more than words can say. Au revois... - Beth (daughter)
Beth Eifert
02/04/2006
