Lamarche, Jean Paul
Jean Paul Lamarche, or (Just Plain Lucky), as I like to say, moves on today, to another “opportunity.” I will be back in a new and hopefully improved model. I have enjoyed over 25,000 days of living and celebrated almost every day with a smile and handshake for all. Born in Montreal, Quebec, oldest of a family of 18. It can be said that I was not necessarily dealt a great hand, but what can be said is that I played it well. If I ever met you, I was the lucky one. I learned everything I could from you and I became better because of you! Thank you for allowing that. You may have forgotten me, but I never forgot you! I count the thousands of you, who helped me grow, learn, laugh, and enjoy the five senses.
I was proudly named after my amazing grandfather, JPL, by my 17-year-old mother, Barbara, who had the nerve to challenge the laws in Quebec, forbidding women to name their children (my father name me Claude).
Things did not start off well, as I was a young rebel, with a huge chip on my shoulder. Long hair, Fu Manchu moustache, bell bottoms and muscle shirt, I questioned everything. I failed high school, only to go back as a “mature” student! Fooled them! My poorest subject was mathematics, yet I was to later start a consulting practice in financial strategies as well as write books on Pricing Budgeting and Estimating. Go figure…lol!
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I, took the one less traveled by, and THAT, has made all the difference” – Robert Frost
I ran away from home at 13, only to be brought back by the police so many times that they did not bother any more once I turned 17. I refused to follow the school curriculum and did things my way. I was the “Class Clown”. I raced cars and owed $20K, by the time I was 20. I kind of did that a lot during my life. If I saw everyone doing the one thing, I would do the opposite, if they all went one way, I went the other. I lived by the statement, “Rough waters make for good Sailors.” You could say I continually voted for the underdog, with the only exception being my team, the Montreal Canadiens…sorry Brian. Many years ago, I was given a keychain that summed up my character… “Why Be Normal.” I lived exactly like this. Too many people are constipated! Life has an expiration date! I chose to live happy. I was given 86, 400 seconds everyday to enjoy. The people who know me best, know I lived every second I could. I worked like I did not need the money. I loved like I has never been hurt. I danced like no one was watching, I sang like no one was listening. But, most of all, I lived as if it was my last day!!
– Jean Paul Lamarche
Arrangements have been entrusted to Roadhouse & Rose Funeral Home. A private memorial service will be held on Friday June 12, 2020 at 11 a.m. If you wish to view the service in memory of Jean Paul a link will be provided on Thursday June 11, 2020.
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Our most sincere sympathies to the family and friends of Jean Paul Lamarche Monday June 8th 2020..
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Death notice for the town of: Newmarket, Province: Ontario
Dear Stella and family,
Our deepest sympathy for your loss. JPL was a mentor to many and a friend to all who had the great honour of knowing him. I was blessed with many years of working by his side. His knowledge and many talents inspired me to reach beyond my own goals in life. He always had a special place in my heart. My he Rest In Peace knowing that he has left a big footprint in many lives and will never be forgotten. With our love, Vita and Frans
Dearest Stella and family,
How my heart hurts for you all!!
I can only hope that all the great times , moment, months and years you shared
Will soften your pain. To all his bothers and sisters, may you cherish only the best of your memories of and with him.
Mom has you know in her arms.
Love kathryn.
To Paul’s family and loved ones. It is with deepest sorrow that I learned of Paul’s passing. Paul and I grew up together His mother,Barbara, was my step-sister and Paul was born two years after I was. He and his younger brother and sister would come and spend the summers on my father’s farm, in the Ottawa Valley. We had a lot of great times together,both there and in Ile Perrot, where they lived. Paul was a good son to his mother and many of his characteristics he acquired from her. Even though we never saw much of each other over the years, I never stopped thinking about him. I wish we could have gotten together more often. I’ll miss you Paul. Rest in Jesus’ arms. Dave Lancaster