Douglas passed away suddenly on Friday morning, May 24, 2019. He left behind his true love, his soulmate, Camelot Guertin, and his loving brother, Gregory Guertin. He is now at peace in heaven and without any more pain that he endured every day.
Doug and I had a very special love story. My uncle worked with Doug and he set us up on a blind date in 1985; I was 18 and he was 24. The first time I saw him, he had pulled up in a parking lot to meet and I looked over at him and he looked at me. My heart just fell to the floor; his bright blue eyes and dark short cut haircut, he was so handsome. Too handsome for me. But his feelings were the same when he looked over at me. I fell in love at first glance.
We had an amazing relationship, but we parted ways for a while. I never forgot about him and looked for him for 23 years. Then one day in the middle of January, 2009, I had this overwhelming feeling that I had to find him that day. God was telling me that he needed me and I needed him, and now was the time to finally find him. It took me six hours of detective work to track him down. I was still in Connecticut and he was in Florida.
So Doug very easily convinced me to move to Florida as I already had family here and I would always have him as a friend he said. A month later I was living in Florida and commuting across the state to see him every week. The first time we saw each other after 23 years, he gave me the biggest bear hug and all those emotions and feelings came flooding back instantly. I was still in love with him, and he was still in love with me.The visits got longer and longer every week until I moved in with him.
We were engaged within months and I married my one and only true soulmate on September 5, 2009 on the beach where we always went to watch the sunset and lay down on a blanket and look up at the stars and talk forever. We were never lost with words. We talked all the time for hours and hours.
We talked a lot about how strong our marriage is. He was my rock, my best friend, my heart, my world, my everything in me. I always told him that I loved coming home to him every day, he was my comfort zone, my haven. I would race home every day to be with him, to get my hug and kiss. Our last words every night and every morning before I left for work were “I love you Boo”. He was the love of my life and forever will be.
He is, and will be, desperately missed by myself, his brother, and his close friends from the neighborhood and from his work peers.
Rest In Peace now, Boo. You’re out of pain and I know you’re looking over me as I grieve the loss of you. I know you’ve waiting for me, and someday we will be together again in the ocean where we got married. I love you forever and always