In December, after spending more than two weeks in New Zealand with my mother, I wrote about the men in her life. Many of you responded, some even shared the story with others. For a number of weeks now, I’ve resisted telling you the end of that story – the story of Mom and her love for George who lived half way around the world in New Zealand.
You see, George passed away on New Year’s day. Mom knew it was coming – we all did – but that doesn’t make the grief easier or reduce the pain of losing the man who came late in life with a love so sweet and pure. He was a wonderful man, one whose warmth and kindness will remain an inspiration. He touched many with his easy ways and ready smiles and interesting stories.
It was a privilege to be his friend and to know that our family – the family that lives in Canada – had a special place in his heart. And it was a privilege to be embraced by George’s family and to know that we will always have a warm welcome in that beautiful country.
George is survived by his five children and a large number of grandchildren and great-grandchildren. He was loved by them all and will be remembered for years to come.