<div itemprop="description">Howard George Abboud passed away in the evening of September 30, 2025. He would<br>want everyone to know that while it was unexpected, it was peaceful, and there is joy in<br>being reunited with his mother Dimitra (Palamiotou) and his father Normand (Abboud).<br>Howard cherished having grown up as the son of Greek and Lebanese immigrants,<br>embracing both cultures, and never shying away from telling people which famous<br>people were descendants of one of those camps or what had been invented in those<br>Lands.<br><br>Though he was born in Montreal, he spent many of his formative years in New England,<br>developing a lifelong adoration for the sea. He was deeply at peace being out in the<br>ocean, fishing line cast, and waiting. It never mattered if he caught anything; that line<br>was a thread that tied him directly to his childhood.<br><br>As he grew older, he developed an affinity for motor vehicles. Whether it was trips on his<br>Harley to Laconia or tinkering on one of his cars in his garage, there was something<br>meditative about an engine and a road for him. There were never enough cars, and the<br>drive was never long enough.<br><br>In his final years, he spent much of his time connecting, not with his own youth, but with<br>that of his parents after they passed. His summer trips to Greece kept him planted in his<br>mother’s village of Lamia, and he was finally able to see his father’s childhood home in<br>Tyr, Lebanon. On his final trip to Greece, in the weeks prior to his passing, he lived the<br>most idealized version of his life. He was with loved ones eating delicious food, fishing<br>every day at sea, and planning future travels with his family. He loved to look toward the<br>future, and while time may now feel stuck for many, those who want to honour his legacy<br>must never stop moving forward, using the words of encouragement he would pepper<br>our days with to find our own version of an idealized life.<br><br>Those left to follow in his footsteps of unending optimism and unlimited kindness are<br>his devoted wife Kimberly, his loving sons Kenneth, Anthony, and Norman, of whom he<br>was always proud, as well as all those who were impacted by his presence.<br>In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the charity of your choice, or to the Saint<br>Nicholas Antiochian Orthodox Church, where so many of the pivotal moments of his life<br>occurred.</div>
