My heart goes out to you, my oldest and dearest friend. I here for you.
From Colin McIntosh, my oldest childhood friend.
I'd like to share with you a passage I included in my eulogy for my mom. It is a dialogue from a book of meditations written by Richard Wagamese, an indigenous author, Ojibwa, from the Wabaseemoong First Nation in northwestern Ontario.
RICHARD: I miss my mother sometimes. Really bad.
OLD WOMAN: Maybe try missing her really well.
RICHARD: How do I do that?
OLD WOMAN: See that sunrise? See how beautiful the colours are? How clear and clean the air feels? How good that feels inside you?
RICHARD: Yes. It's wonderful.
OLD WOMAN: She lives in that. So maybe just say, "Thanks, Mom" when you see and feel things like that.
He ends with the following: "I miss my mother really well now."
May you miss your father really well, Alex.
I know I will.