LAMBERT, Alexander Douglas "Alex" - 20, Dartmouth, passed away Thursday, August 2, 2007, in Dartmouth, as the result of a tragic motor vehicle accident. Born in Halifax, he was the son of Paul (Wanda Nadeau) Lambert and Tanya (Phil Pearce) Lambert. Alex is survived by his soul mate, the love of his life, Jennifer Keddy, Bedford; paternal grandmother, Rita (Horne) Lambert; maternal grandfather, Rodney Newton; uncles, Roger (Tracy) Newton, Michael (Ann) Newton, George Lambert, Ron Lambert; aunts, Darlene (Walter) Westhaver, Linda (Dan) Seddon, Elizabeth (Robbie) LeRue; many cousins; extended family, Gary and Donna Keddy, Terri, Kyle and Jason Keddy. He will be missed by beloved dogs, Kady and Mr. King. He was predeceased by grandfather, Frank Lambert; grandmother, Pauline Newton. Alex was employed as a merchandiser for Farmer's Dairy and at the post office at the Bedford Superstore. He held high personal standards for himself. He was a conscientious and hardworking man. He loved reading, music, movies, video games, and most recently took a love to boating. Alex enjoyed spending time with Jenn and the dogs, and his family and friends. He was a friendly, caring, funny, all-around good guy. Alex was loved by all who knew him and will be missed by all who loved him. "Alex was God's Greatest Gift to us, we were very blessed to have been chosen to be his parents." *To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.*
You can shed tears that he is gone, Or smile because he lived. You can close your eyes and pray that he will come back, Or you can open your eyes and see that he has left. Your heart can be empty because you can't see him, Or you can be full of the love that you shared. You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday. You can remember him and only that he is gone, Or you can cherish his memory and let it live on. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back, Or you could do what he would want; smile, open your eyes, Love and go on.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.