What a Morning

I feel very strange not being at school today. I keep having to resist the urge to run over to make sure everything is ok for the supply teacher. So why am I not there?

Today I have a funeral to go to. A very good friend of my father's passed away last week. His heart failed. He was 62.

Ronnie was a great guy. No one would try to tell you he wasn't stubborn but he was the furthest thing from selfish anyone could imagine. He would do anything for his kids and their friends. He probably did way more than any of us know. Ronnie's cottage was a place where I went with my dad. Just me and dad would go and visit Ron. His kids might be down there sometimes too. Pulling snowboards behind snowmobiles or dirt bikes across the lake. We snowmobiled in the winter and went canoeing and fishing in the summer. We had campfire and hotdogs. Who could forget the walk into the woods at night to get to the outhouse. We knew it was time to go to bed when the generator ran out of gas and the lights went out. I will enjoy those memories for as long as I live.

Once when I was a child I painted Ron a picture of him with his dog Abby ( a beautiful Doberman ). He never threw it away. Last I heard it was still up at the cottage.


So today I go to say good-bye. Ronnie was a great man, a good friend to my dad and someone very important to me. We miss you Ron!