My Dad passed on last week and the funeral was just after the end of the Toronto Outdoor Art Exhibition. A busy week but one totally dominated by the memories and things people usually do when a close family member dies.
Although he skipped 2 grades, was tops in his graduating class at UBC (Chemical Engineering), served as a navigator during WWII, helped raise a family with 5 boys, he was unfailingly modest and kind. Always there when you needed him, he made sure we got outside every day when we were kids and loved nothing better than “knocking a ball around” with us. Later one he would just love to come over to our house and putter around, helping us with whatever we needed done. He was a devoted husband to my mom Mary and gave tons of time and money to charity. All in all not too bad and I’m proud to have had him as a Dad.