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This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Eugene "Baby Gene" Poitra who was born in North Dakota on August 22, 1975 and passed away on November 27, 2003 at the age of 28. We will remember him forever.  We will never forget his laugh, we will never forget his smile, we will never forget his face.  Baby Gene was kind-hearted.    

He loved to do things with the family, especially the kids.  The kids all have their stories that they share with us every now and then about Uncle Baby Gene.  They love to look at the pictures that we have of him.  It brings smiles to their faces.  

If you knew Baby Gene, you would know the kind of person he was.  When you think back about all the crazy things that he did it makes you smile, and laugh.  Everyone has a story or two tp tell about him.  He was the kind of person who kept bugging you and things until he got what he wanted.  But what we would give now to have all that back again, no one will ever know.

Baby Gene passed away on Thanksgiving morning, November 27, 2003 from a tragic car accident. The police came to our parents' house about 6:30 in the morning, telling them that Baby Gene had been in a car accident and that they needed to get to the hospital because he wasnt doing very well.  I got the call from Joelle telling me what had happened.  So Curt and I met my parents at the hospital.  When we got there we had to wait in the waiting room for about 15 minutes, until a cop came out and told my mom and dad that they can go in. I remamber they were'nt even in there for a minute, and my dad came running out and telling me and Curt "No more Baby Gene, he's gone!!" It was like I went weak, and I started getting dizzy. I jumped up and started to hug and cry on my dad.  The hardest part of it all was going into that room where my mom was sitting and seeing her and watching my dad cry.  

People say that it gets easier as the years go by.  But we have found that very hard to believe.  NOTHING has gotten easier.  You just learn to live with it, and to deal with it.  Its something that we find ourselves thinking about every single day.  Theres always something there that will be a reminder of our brother and son.