It is with sorrow and broken hearts that we finally announce the passing of our husband and father Michael Gregory Romain on June 13,2020. At the VG Hospital in Halifax, NS, with is loving wife at his side. Life was and adventure for Mike every moment to be enjoyed some planned, most not! His family was everything to him, and his proudest moment was the birth of our son Russell who completed our family perfectly. He was a dreamer whose intelligence made them come true! He could build and or fix anything, and if he couldn't fix it he could make it work. Known as an amazing cook, he was happy to feed anyone and everyone. Born for the outdoors lifestyle Mike liked nothing more to go camping and fishing in our CJ7 Jeep with family , friends and a few Keith's beer. This was his happy place. But truly his happiest place was the home he built for us single handedly here in Nova Scotia, now there was a dream! Left to mourn are his wife Melody Sulley. His son Russell Sulley, his daughter in law Anna Routramorti. Granddaughters Victoria and Amelia Sulley. Sister Tracey Leblanc. Sisters in law Terry and Fay Sulley Nieces and nephews: Natasha Kardish, Adrienne, Joel and Kayla Altman , Jacob Roulston. Honoary brother and Camp Director James Noseworthy. Predeceased by his beloved Grammy (Thelma) Goucher. Parents Alfie and Kay Romain. Mother in law Anita Sulley. Brothers in law Neil Altman and David Roulston. We would like to thank all the professionals we met along the way. Nurses at Doctors at Bridgewater Hospital, your care and compassion for the whole family did not go unnoticed. EMS ambulance paramedics and Chester Fire Rescue, your care and professionalism was everything we could ask for! Thank you. My sisters Terry and Fay Sulley have been there for me since the day I was born. This was no different. They kept me as sane as possible and wrapped me up in their love. I know I don't need to thank them for that but I do! Cousin Orville Lawrence, bless your heart for being there! My personal thank you goes out to our friends who saw a need and just filled it no questions asked. Some of those needs brought us such love and hope at the worst time of our lives. James Noseworthy, Carla and David Bezanson, Bruce and Robert Hubley , Crystal Cummings and George Abbot, Suzette and Elson Boylan,Tina Vaughan, I thank you all from the bottom of my heart. People like you prove family doesn't have to be blood relations. For those who would like to donate, please consider giving the gift of life, blood! "I love you Dear, always have always will" LET YOUR SPARK SOAR! We Walked the Line Remembering My Father, My Hero. My father lived his life in pursuit of adventure. My most cherished memories of my father are my earliest memories of my Dads adventures. The memories that when you are all alone and close your eyes and picture back to your childhood; that make you glow with an internal white warm light dreaming of the most perfect events. The earliest memories I have of my father are a sunset on a pebble rock beach, fishing for rainbow trout during dusk and the sky filled with the most brilliant pink and orange colors. I remember being carried on my father’s shoulders while we climbed up a river canyon. I remember my father wadding through parts of the Ice-cold river with me up on his shoulder. I remember a big log that he could have balanced and walked across, and I remember asking him why we aren’t going to cross on the log. My Dad told me, Russ, I don’t want to slip and fall with you, so hold on tight and we will walk across the river. And he spent the rest of the trip soaking wet. That is the love my father had for me when I was a child, that was my Hero doing what he loved most, having an adventure, and having someone to share it with. As we grew older, Before our adventures, My Mom and his angle would tell me, Now Russ, remember there is a stupid line, Have fun but do not let your father cross that line, be safe. My father, he walked that line never crossing it while he took the road less traveled. And I, his son got the privileged too walk that line with him, to walk that line down the road less traveled following in his footsteps onto the next adventure. My father was never a planer, he was more of a reactor in life. He did not plan his adventures, but he found them… or perhaps they found him? I believe my father’s love for nature was the heart and soul of his adventures. My father was not a city person. His place in life was in the forest. That is where my father felt content. That is when he could relax, camped out under the stars with the call of a loon in the distance enjoying the dark warm glow of a single log on a campfire. Camping was a big part of our adventures. Any chance he could get; we would be off on a camping trip, sometimes not leaving for our adventure until late at night. He always said he would prefer to leave late, and wake up on the beach, then wait until the next day to leave. And so we would arrive at our destination in the whee hours of the morning, set up our tent by glow of a trusty Coleman lantern and we would wake up in the late morning with the birds chirping in the trees, and the sound of a mosquito buzzing in your ear. My father had a connection to animals. He would call out to the loons and they would call back too him while we paddled around the lake. Animals were attracted to my father, he would talk to them, and they would talk back to him, I believe he could understand them. I would sometimes refer to my father as Dr Do Little. My father was my hero, he cared for everyone who chose too to walk down that line with him. He was always trying to save a lost soul. To pick up someone who is down on their luck, open a door and give them a safe environment and help them get back on their feet. And as one person’s path would part ways from the path my father was on, it would just make room for someone else’s path to cross. It would allow someone else too walk that line beside him onto his next adventure. My father loved food, he loved to eat, he loved to cook, and he loved to share a meal. Every Christmas my dad would invite a lost soul over for dinner. He always found someone who had nowhere else to go and would open the door and the pot simmering on the stove, cooking enough food to feed a small army. Sometimes enough food to feel a large army. Some days that large army would be my friends. Sometimes I felt like my friends liked my father more than me. They would call me up too hang out, and I would find them hanging out the living room with my Dad sharing a good laugh and depending on what age we were a beer. Growing up, we always had dinner late. He would spend the evening cooking up a great meal waiting for my Mom to finish work before we would eat dinner. My father loved science fiction. He like your typical geeky stuff like Star Trek, Star wars any most thing space related. His love of science fiction rubbed off on me from an incredibly young age. I don’t remember how old I was, but I remember a little house we were living in on a beach someone in Vancouver or Vancouver Island. My bedroom was a loft overlooking the living room. And I remember I would sneak over to the edge, and peek down and secretly watch Quantum Leap. From up high. Growing up we watched every episode of Star Trek, Deep Space 9, Voyager, and we would enjoy watching reruns of them for the rest of our life. I cannot sit down and watch an episode of Star Trek without remembering the time or times I saw that episode of sitting next to my old man, my childhood best friend. My father was not a religious person, but he was a spiritual person. He did not believe in an all mighty creator god with omnipotent power, but he believed in mother nature. He believed in a universal spark and energy. He taught me that we are all made of star dust, and in the end, we will return to the same star dust in which we were created from. He taught me that energy cannot be destroyed. And that when you pass, your spark of energy does not go away, but leaves your body for the next great journey On June 13th 2020 just as I was about to light the candles of his youngest granddaughters birthday cake, I got the call from my Mom. And all my Mom had to Say to me was Hi. I could tell by her voice that it was all over. She did not have to say anything other than hi and I knew that the time had come, And my father had left for his next adventure, an adventure I will not be able to join him on for many years. I knew at that moment in time, as time seemed to stand still for an eternity while I had a flashbacks of all my memories of my father come flooding into my mind; that we were no longer walking that line together. Our line had now turned into a fork on the road, my father went down the path on the left, the path less traveled and I continued down the path to the right.