NEIL LEGER-FORCE

Some people leave behind echoes—laughter that never really fades, love that lingers in the spaces they once filled. Neil was one of those people. A son, a brother, a father, and a friend, he was a steady, unwavering presence in the lives of those who knew him. He belonged to them, woven into their stories in ways that can never be unraveled.

As a father, his love was limitless, a devotion that could be felt in the way he showed up, in the quiet sacrifices, in the everyday moments that meant everything. His child was his greatest pride, the piece of him that will continue on, a living testament to the depth of his love.

As a son and a brother, he was home—the protector, the one who understood without needing words, the one who could pull light from even the darkest places. And as a friend, Neil had a way of seeing people, of making them feel important, valued, known.

If love alone could have saved him, he would still be here. But fentanyl stole what should have been so many more years. It took his presence from this world, but it did not take him. Because Neil lives on—not just in memory, but in the moments that carry his spirit forward. In the laughter he left behind, in the kindness extended in his name, in the love that refuses to fade.

Neil, you are remembered. You are loved. And you are missed beyond words.