I am sharing my brother Connor’s story I hopes to help bring awareness to his friends and family and all who loved him.

His untimely passing has left such a deep hole in our hearts and has made this last week very hard on all of us.

Today, my step father texted me as he was waiting for the cleaner to show up to give them an estimate for cleaning services to the apartment where this all happened.

Upon learning the amount my step father said just pray for me God knows what I will have to do. They cannot afford this untimely situation and the downstream effects are that my parents are unable to pay for this service, as it sitting until it can be cleaned.

I am asking friends and family for your support to help lessen their burdens. My brother Kyle is still greatly affected from this as well and has a lot of decisions to make. I would like to help them with a fresh start for cleaning so that they can put the apartment behind them, and finally to put Connor to rest.

I am sharing my Facebook post for your reading and for your consideration to donate to this cause that is very close to my heart. Thank you all for taking the time to read this and for helping my folks. I miss my brother but believe this will help our family get past and on to the healing chapters. And if you can’t donate, please know this is ok. Your prayers, good thoughts and positive words are just enough. I pray that the Lord blesses you abundantly for helping our family out at this time

Wednesday was a very dreary day. Something felt heavy to me. While I went home and went to bed pretty early, I opened my phone at midnight when I woke up to take the dogs out. My heart sunk and nothing could have prepared me for what I just read. I called Uncle Kevin and he confirmed it to be true. The weight of the day was for a reason.

Our brother Connor Lapoint was a beautiful soul. His heart was big and when he spoke he did not do it without a lot of thought behind it. He was not a man of many words, but of thoughts that when he spoke it was with depth. The last time I spoke with him was almost two weeks ago. As I often saw him at work, I would stop him and tell him that I loved him and would ask about his day and how he was doing. The last time we spoke he said that everything had been hard for him. I told him I understood and that I loved him. Those were the last words that I got to say. And, as I spoke those words I could see and feel the heaviness of his heart.

There are many wonderful things that I could say about Connor. He was funny. He could make you laugh at his voice impressions and his general dry humor. He loved his nieces and nephews and would enjoy watching movies with them or playing video games interactively across states or from towns over. He loved his video games. And, equally, his affection for Pirates of the Caribbean and treasure hunting. I have never known another adult to be so excited about preparing for one’s Halloween costumes as much as my brother. He lived for it! His favorite was Scream. He loved scaring me with that mask. During holidays you could find him in the kitchen with his brothers laughing and sipping on a glass of Captain. He had very good taste in spirits. I will always remember his laugh, and love for entertaining people.

When Connor decided to move to Lewiston with his friend I thought this would be great for him. It would allow him to spread his wings and fly. Well, it was a dark night around 10:00 pm that Dad and Lana got a call from him that he was on the streets and on his bike in the park downtown. Without hesitation, I grabbed my keys and said I am going to get my brother. The streets were no place for him. He did not deserve to be there. From that moment on, Connor and I started a deeper relationship. One where we had each others back.

Shortly after Connor moved home, dad started to progressively get worse. When dad passed, Lana also made her trip to the hospital for a short (scary) bit. I had never hugged Connor because he honestly was just not a touchy feely person, but when Dad passed, there was a bit of him that left too.

When I didn’t know what to say, or what to do, or how how live through my days Connor would offer encouragement love and profound advise. We had each others back in some pretty hard times.

Connor absolutely adored his mother. Their relationship was truly a beautiful thing. The pure love of his life will always be his mother. She loved him beyond depths, and would move mountains to be sure that he knew he was loved. Their interactions, their bond and their relationship was that they had each other and when dad passed, he held his mother together. He held me together.

Connor loved his brothers, and his sisters.

There is nothing on this Earth that could tell me otherwise.

I have been waiting for the right time and moment to share this with the world. This is still pretty raw and fresh to our family. I was granted permission to post this and respectfully have waited as Lana did not want this on social media until she was ready.

Connor loved Winnie the Pooh. It was his favorite movie. Again, he had wonderful voice over and Pooh and Tigger were his favorites.

My dear sweet brother I cannot tell you what the life is feeling like without you here. You meant so much to so many people. I know that life was not always kind, nor easy to you. You kept a lot of things inside and if I could have done anything knowing now that day I saw you, I would have done it. But, there is a reason and a season for everything under the sun.

There are many things that I just don’t understand. But then, how grateful I am to not know the whys. Not because I don’t know why, but because I don’t know if I could truly handle all the pain you carried.

My family is grateful for all of the prayers that those who knew and have respected us to wait. I am asking on behalf of my mother, Lana, please give her time and space. She is mourning the loss of her son. With this comes memories of all those we have lost in such a short period of time. I know people want to visit to show concern and love. It is human and it is what we want to do. But, please I am asking you, give her space, give her time. Pray for our family as we navigate through this difficult time.

I will say this loud now, for the world to hear. If any of my brothers or sisters are struggling and you feel alone or don’t know what to do, who to turn to, I am here for you.

Everyday I pray for my family, for my work family, before my tires leave the driveway I have prayed. I am here for anyone who may be struggling and fighting silent battles. All it takes is 5 seconds to acknowledge someone and tell them you love them, or that they are not alone. We don’t know what anyone is going through, but if we can love, show kindness and mercy to one another that is where people need us the most.

I love you Connor, and I miss you deeply. Until we meet again. You were loved by so many of us.

Love,

Melanie