Aaron Paquette is a First Nations Metis artist, author and speaker.

Published on May 4, 2014
Aaron Paquette is a First Nations Metis artist, author and speaker. This is a documentary interview conducted in Autumn 2007.

Produced by Earth Magic Media
Aaron Paquette – From The Spirit pt3


much information on his website ” Aaron also has regular art shows in Galleries across Canada, takes on public art commissions, works as a guest curator for The Art Gallery of Alberta, St. Albert’s public Gallery: Profiles, and the McMullen Gallery at the University of Alberta Hospital. He has had a traveling exhibit with the Art Gallery of Alberta called Halfbreed Mythology. ”

And of course he has a FB page : ” Welcome to my Official Art Page here on FB. Click like! And every now and then you can read my words or see my new art and videos. It’s free & valuable. 🙂 ”

Sometime back I was alerted to a prayer request via a FB Sister’s post, which I then reshared and it was On This Day, {A FB App } and it was today, March 28th, a few years ago, and so, I have been gathering as much information as I can for this young man, his wife and their children.
And a Miracle happened:
Here is a photograph, with these words from Aaron, Quote begin,
” Tonight was a hard one.

Tonight you cried.

Tonight the enormity of what happened to your body washed over you.

Tonight the loss of time that never returns hit you like a wall and you wept for your baby who is looking more like a boy every day.

Tonight you needed comfort and you needed reassurance.

Most of all you needed love.

You are so frail. I am shocked every time I see it.

But you are so strong. Stronger than anyone I have ever known.

We talked about Purpose.

We talked about Reasons.

We talked about bargaining with fate.

We’re halfway through.

Stages and milestones are ahead and we’ll deal with them together.

In grief your entire body was wracked with pain. The magic that is holding you together, healing you so quickly, had to give way to this stage of grief and sorrow.

You are beautiful.

You are giving.

You are a good friend and sister and daughter.

You are an amazing mother.

You touch lives every day and you have touched my life so deeply, my dear sweet love, I will never be the same.

You are the unexpected sunrise and I am grateful to live another day in your light.

Tonight you cried.

I listened.

We spoke in soft tones.

And wouldn’t you know it?

We began to laugh.

That laugh that sounds like a sudden rush of water in a trickling stream and fades into the gentle chuckling of a little brook. You are so soft and kind.

Why did this happen?

Maybe for that one moment when sorrow transformed into wistful wisdom.

Maybe for something more.

Whatever it is, we’ll find out.

Together. ” End Quote

The Day of the Accident:
” On Wednesday May 30, 2012, 9:10pm a body was shattered.

The body was that of my dear wife. She was just finishing up an evening jog with a friend when she was struck by two vehicles. The first hit her and the second ran over her, pinning her body beneath one of the tires.

Her friend was screaming at the driver but he was unaware there was anybody beneath the car.

Police and Emergency Medical personnel lifted the car from off her.

I was not yet aware of any of this as I was at home. Our 1 year old baby asleep in his crib.

Backtracking events leads us to the road snaking through our neighbourhood (she was only a few blocks from home), and a yield sign that was mostly ignored.

An avoidable accident caused by sever driver error, lack of concern, and lack of precaution led to the accident. That we do know. The SUV blew through the yield sign and eyewitnesses say the other driver was struck too hard and quick to respond.. The result was colliding into my wife on the sidewalk.

When I arrived on the scene there were dozens of people who had poured from their houses to see what was the matter. Emergency vehicles were on scene and my wife was in an ambulance.

She was alive. I asked her if she knew me and where she was. She looked into my eyes and blinked twice. Her whole body was shaking from the shock.

That’s when I noticed her wrist was snapped in half.

Her face was bloody and beginning to swell.

A couple of hours ago, after a long night of tears and waiting, we found out the rest. And there will be more to come.

Deep cuts, contusions and road rash all over her body and across her stomach.

All her ribs are broken.

There are tubes draining the blood that is gathering between her ribcage and her lungs.

Her liver and pancreas are lacerated.

Along with her wrist are broken fingers. This is her left arm. She is left handed.

She has fractured vertebrae. The worst is the T11. It’s obliterated. They will fuse the vertebrae around it with metal plates. There will be metal plates holding her wrist together.

She will live.

She has many surgeries ahead and a long road to recovery. It’s uncertain yet if there will be any loss of limb function or if there will be any long term effects from concussion.

She will not be snuggling with our baby for a very long time. She won’t be doing any of the things she loves.

She loves to teach. She has a grade 3/4 split class. She was so excited to get back to them after her maternity leave and now she won’t be back for a very long time.

She loves to run. She was going to run a half marathon in two weeks.

She loves yoga.

She loves dancing.

She loves playing with the baby.

Right now she has tubes all over her, keeping her still, sedated, and alive.

Because someone couldn’t wait three seconds at a yield sign.

Because someone wasn’t paying attention as they drove a 3500 pound weapon.

I’m writing this to let everyone who is going to ask know what happened.

But I am also writing it to ask everyone who reads this to realize that as you scan these words someone is performing surgery on my beautiful darling.

Please slow down.

Please don’t text.

Please be patient.

And please remember that every time you sit in that car you take responsibility for lives you will never know except in passing. Literally.

Pass by. Pass by. Be aware and pass by.

And please, pray for my wife and especially for our little one who already misses his mommy.

We are blessed.

She is alive.


Please share this. Please let this horrific night make difference and save lives.

Please slow down and drive safe.






Since the accident, there have been many updates. If you would like to keep informed, like this page:


Here is an example:

And to answer the question regarding the “brightness” of the photo, this happened in Canada. There is light on the horizon all night in Edmonton at this time of year. The sun sets at around 9:45pm.

The artist, Barb Cote, has compiled most of these updates on this blog:


Today Clarice is walking and recently got back to teaching. Thank you for everything.

For those asking how they can help:

Rather than asking for charity or handouts, if you want to helping some way, consider picking up Aaron’s new, YA Book, Lightfinder.

Do not feel in ANY way obligated to do this. Your prayers and well-wishes are MORE than enough and have filled our lives with healing, beauty, light, faith and love.


But please, again, do not feel in any way obligated. It’s only for those who are asking how they can help. Either way, there are two free children’s books for you in one of the links below.

see details below…

Aaron Paquette is a First Nations Metis artist, author and speaker. Based in Edmonton, Aberta, his first YA Novel Lightfinder comes out in May 2014 through Kegedonce Press.



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******* — with Sandra Irene Seide Rodgers, Mateo Oyarzun, Taliah Oyarzun, Rebecca Shoemake, Sonja Erasmus and Jennifer Lahanas-Vansickel. ”

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