For those of us who knew him best, there is always a Warren story told in a crowd, at a party, at home or to anyone who needed a good laugh or even to make a person feel good.  The memories of him are endless among friends, family or even strangers who have come forward with a story to tell.  The purpose of this section, is for us to share our stories and experiences about Warren that we have seen over the years.  From funny, to comical, to heartwarming, to just outright ridiculous.....the experiences and everyday life adventures of our friend always seem to have something worth talking about.  With this we hope all of you enjoy!

If you have any story or experience you want to share, please don't ever hesitate to send it and it will be posted on this site.
kris.campbell@sympatico.ca

Andre Poirier
July 17, 2003

I was the good girl, the little sister who didn't drink...begging Warren to buy me coolers.  I was 17, in the middle of grade 11...and it was the Coal Bowl dance.  I was desperate.  And like all little sisters who are desperate, I turned to my older brother.  I remember sitting on his floor beggin and pleading, "please Warren, just one pack of Rev's, I won't get in trouble...please" but he was firm.  "NO, get out of my face!! ma and da will kill me!"  I cried, I yelled he was the worst brother ever...and left the house.  When I returned a couple hours later, he was getting in the shower, I was getting ready for the dance...sulking.  Then he turned to me and said, "If there's anything in my mini fridge you like you can have it."  I ran to open the fridge, expecting to see the eternal Budweiser, and there sat a pack of blue Rev's.
I miss you Warren.

Kris Campbell
March 18, 2003

One story I never did mention on here involved the first time I ever met Warren and my impressions of him.  I think it was sometime in early 1998 on a Challenge retreat weekend in Bras'Dor.  He and his brother Garrett were making their first weekend and I was working there.  Prior to that, I had only known a few of the boyz through school and mutual friends.  Up until this point I had only known Warren by name and not personally.

Initially I found him to be kind of quiet and to himself and quite frankly, he kind of seemed like a real tough a** because I really don't think he was comfortable with spending a religious retreat weekend with 60 guys, most of them strangers.  He did pipe up a bit over the course of the weekend but it wasn't until one of the final nights that I really got a glimpse of who he was. 

It was Saturday night when the guys got the bulk of their palanca (letters, well wishes...the stuff that makes you feel good to read) and I had already dropped a HUGE stack of letters on his bed and went on my way to keep passing them out.  Of course this was supposed to be a surprise, but he came upstairs and saw what I was doing.  "What's that foolishness b'ye??" he asked me.  So I told him to go check out his room and I'd see him later.  Well 20 minutes later I made it a point to walk by Mr. Tough A**'s room to see what he was up to.  There he was sitting up against the wall with most of the letters opened and he was deep in thought.  All the while the big guy had a few tears running down his cheek and all he could say when he saw me was "Kris man, I really didn't know so many people actually gave a S*%T about me".  All I could do was pat him on the shoulder and say "Man, this is what this whole thing is about."

The rest of that night he just seemed to be so much more open and happy right through to the end of the weekend.  After the closing of it all we all went to MacDonalds and this is where I basically got to know most of my best friends that I still have today.  After we all got home that night, Warren was with Dan and he asked me if I wanted to go for a shot with them.....so I said yeah.  I more or less was going to hang with these guys for the first time outside of this weekend and I was kind of wondering what to expect.  I wasn't in the door 10 minutes and I could hear dirt peeling in my driveway and Metallica blaring through the speakers of that poor white Tempo.  There he was beating the drum beat off the steering wheel of his car and jumping around the seat like a nut.  We went for that drive and chilled for a few hours in town and he could not stop talking about how much he loved the weekend and how it totally surprised him.  I saw a totally different side to this guy who I originally thought was some hard-a** who didn't really seem to be the kind of guy to have a deep interesting conversation with.  Was I wrong....

That weekend is where I met some of the best friends a guy could have....it's where I basically met Warren.  It's where I realized only recently that one of the things he said to me would stay with me forever.  "Kris man, I really didn't know so many people actually gave a S*%T about me". 

Warren my friend if you only knew.......

Jennifer Davidson
December 31, 2002

After living next door to Warren since I was 5 years old, many stories have accumulated over the years. I cherish every memory I have of him now, since that is all I have. Most stories are humorous, for example, having to do with eating food from the pavement, or making the strangest noises a human could possibly make. Some memories, of course, are more serious, such as the times that Warren spent so much time with me in the playground being like a big brother, or inviting me down to talk when I was scared here one night when I was younger. Something freaked me out, and me being so paranoid, told Warren about it on IRC, just to tell the story and try to get him to make me laugh about it, since I knew I was jumping to conclusions...He asked me if I wanted to come down that night, to talk, or have a drink or whatever...so I happily accepted the invitation since we haven't been in contact all that much at that time. I will never forget how nice he was to me, how much I realized he grew up to be such a great person, and how big his heart was. Warren and I were never as close as I am with Garrett who is one of my best friends, but my relationship with Warren was unique. It was just a given that he watched out for me, and cared about me, as I cared about him. Every so often we'd end up catching up with our life stories, having kind of a "heart-to-heart"..and then we'd go on again without talking for a while, just seeing each other around town or the neighbourhood day after day..just giving a wave. Warren is without a doubt one of the funniest people I've come across in my life, his sense of humour was one of a kind, for sure. He had great friends that were always out here, going for a swim, hanging out in the playground, or picking on me, of course..I mostly remember Kyle, RJ, and Craig always being out here when I was younger, and I used to think Warren and all his friends were so crazy. I can still remember Kyle swinging on the swings with his shorts pulled down for us to see his rather... hairy ass..lol...And then the time Warren and some others were telling me they found the pendant I lost but they took it to the pawn shop. I went home and cried.lol...Also, a few other stories I've already told in past messages have to do with Warren and I in the playground on a summer day. Everything is going great until he throws up a baseball and it hits me in the head..lol...It's so funny to remember his response...He was so scared that my dad would come and beat him..lol...He also gave me a nice bruise on my stomach once, as a result of "passing" the basketball to me. Apparently his pass was too much for me, and it knocked the wind out of me..as he also did when he pushed me down a snowy hill when I was small and I flew over a jump that I didn't see coming. I missed the bus that day because I could hardly breathe..lol..Then way back, probably 12 or 13 years ago, I used to get a regular punch in the arm each day...It was like a routine for Warren..AND Garrett..The both of them were at the stage where they thought it was apparently "cool" to punch me in the arm to make me mad..lol I hated going to the bus stop that year. All in all, over the years, Warren and I developed a friendship that I will never forget, he gave me confidence and he stood up for me. He has been a great person to me, and I pray to God that he gets my blessings each and every day, and knows how much I am thankful for growing up with such a guy. I know he is watching over us, making sure we're ok. But no one's life will ever be the same after losing Warren. Death, unfortunately is a part of life, and we don't come with a guarantee as to how long we will stay- which is obviously what makes it so hard to deal with untimely deaths. All we have left is each other...to lean on, to talk to, or to share stories and thoughts on this website. From the bottom of my heart, God Bless all of Warren's family, close friends, and to Lisa and her family. You have all done a great job of helping in molding Warren into the outstanding person he was. You should be so proud. So, as we ring in the new year tomorrow night, let's all raise a glass to our angel in Heaven. God Bless you all and have a safe and happy new year.
 
Love Jennifer xoxo
 

Dan O'Connell
November 24, 2002

I remember a couple years back Warren bought a fish-tank for his room, and in true Warren fashion everything had to be perfect, so he had to have the right water for this operation. Now before I go any further, I'll tell you that Warren had well water at his house, which is clean and pure, I have tap water, which is a nice shade of brown. But he said that my water was better for some reason, so he'd blow into my yard in the van and take out 4 or 5 buckets and fill them up with my filthy water for his fish. Then he'd drive like a nut home, and i'm sure all he'd have left in the buckets was about a glass full of water, because Warren never made it a point to try to go around bumps. So after about 18 trips to mine and Guy's house he had enough water for his tank. The funny thing is after he got the tank up and running he never put a fish in it for about a year.
But that didnt matter to Warren, as long as everything was running perfectly he was happy, it didnt matter if there were fish there or not. He was such a perfectionist.

RJ Marshe
November 25, 2002

Hey....heres a little Warren story for yas..... 

Well my story starts with my buying a satellite dish and not knowing anyways to put the thing on my house. Usually I would tackle this on my own, but Warren was after finding out I bought the damn thing and of course he called me to help put it up.

WELL.....here we go, were on the phone and he says "don’t touch anything bi, I'll be down in 10 minutes", so after waiting about 3 hours (fashionably late Warren, ask Danzo about this....he knows) and just about getting ready to do it myself, here comes the  STAN VAN flying down my road. But by this time its around ummmmm.......supper time and we ain't got much daylight left, so I ask him if he wants to call it a night, and of course he wants to give it a try in the half daylight....smart idea right. hahahah

So we both have to crawl out this little window and Warren scrapes all of side getting out, I laugh at him of course, then go right behind him and do the same thing. Anyways we got the dish mounted on the house, not having any clue where to point this thing, so I find out on the net where to point it, give Warren the reading for the compass, and I think he had no clue how to use the thing because he had my dish pointing the totally wrong way. He got fed up with it and ripped it off the house and started pointing it out in the air and said "We'll get a reading from Antarctica bi, we'll tap into the Eskimos out dere".

Long story short we had to get Ian Ross to come over and do it for us, I think Warren would still be up there if I didn’t call Ian, because there's no way he was letting that stupid dish get the best of him, just the way he was when it came to stuff like that, the stubborn ba&$)(# wouldn’t give up till he got the job done. Oh, and when he was getting off my roof he decided he wasn’t going back through the window that got him earlier, so he was going to jump from the roof onto my step, and after me warning him that the step wasn’t in the best of shape, he was gonna do it anyways, so he jumps off onto the step and it collapses in on him, hhahaha....it was priceless, what a rig he was. Anyways I tried to give him some money for the "job well done", and ya know there’s no way he was taking it, so I had to buy him off with some beer (Budweiser of course), true Waterford boy, working for liquor eh.

That’s one of the Warren stories I'll never forget, between us guys we probably have so many stories we wouldn’t have the time to write them all down, but I'm sure they'll come out from time to time over a cold one.

Thanks for the Memories Warren, I'll keep them with me forever buddy.  

Kris Campbell
November 23, 2002

I guess I can start of this section with a story about Warren that dates back about a year and a half.  It was in the middle of summer and it had been about a month since I had gotten to see my girlfriend as she was working in New Glasgow for the entire summer.  Earlier that week I had been a smart fella, and ran over a cinder block in Gordies yard with my poor old 87' Tempo and tore the break lines off.  So that pretty well eliminated any plans of me getting to see her that week as I had already planned an entire weekend ahead of time.  I was so disgusted that I would not be able to get to see her and that it was because of a stupid mishap.  Later on that day I remember talking to Warren and he was just after getting home from work.  He was tired as usual after going from 7am until about 5pm that day and was listening to me vent my frustrations of that day.  After getting through a helluva story there was a pause on the other end of the phone.  Then he says "Kris b'ye, just take my car man......I don't need it, I'm working all week."  After about 10 minutes of him convincing him it was ok he took his car up, picked me up and then I dropped him off at home later that evening.  With that I was on my way to New Glasgow to see Jenn and I had a great weekend all because he was kind enough to give me his car.  Strangely enough......for the first time for as long as I could remember, Warren's car was working in tip top condition (which was very surprising because he bet the S$%T out of that car).  On the way home I picked him up a case of Budweiser and put it in his trunk as a small thank you and filled his gas tank.  I dropped his car off Sunday night while he wasn't home and I wasn't talking to him until the next day.

I was talking to him later on the next day and my first thing was to thank him again for being kind enough to give me his car for the weekend.  Next I asked him...."Warren, why is your car working so good man, it drove great on the way up and back".  His reply was "Yah man, the day before I gave it to you I was after putting about $500 work into it".

This was a perfect example of how selfless Warren was.....not even a day after he puts a pile of money into his car to fix it, he gives it to me for the weekend.  Little did I know that for the entire weekend he did in fact need his car as he had plans with Lisa as well......but to him, that didn't matter.  As long as he got to help out someone else.  I'll never forget that day.