Peter I’m sorry it has taken me so long to write something. It’s because I don’t want to do it. I don’t want to say goodbye. I don’t want to admit that I’ll never see your face peek around the corner to surprise me. I don’t want to know that you’ll never stick your nose into my cooking and drive me crazy. I don’t want to think that I’ll never hear you tell me another ridiculous antidote about one of your many friends or make me laugh hysterically when telling stories about yourself. I just can’t believe that I’ll never get another hug or another opinionated piece of advice on politics, child rearing or dealing with my problems. For living so far apart you were always one of the closest to my heart ( or else you wouldn’t have gotten away with all of the above) No, I didn’t want to do this. To say goodbye so instead I’ll say this. I’ll know you are here with me every time I look at the beautiful mountains, lakes and forests of your beloved Canada and I know you’ll have many stories to tell, to make my laugh when we meet again. Until then, rest easy and free. I love you❤️
