The old adage that trouble always comes in threes was never more on point than this past week ... well, two of the three were troubling news, the third simply sad. Two great Central friends and one neighbour from my adopted home made the transition to whatever comes next, leaving me with that too familiar emptiness of a loss that cannot be filled. This won't be a lot of words, but I feel compelled to share what each gifted me through their friendship, and how their departure will affect the next weeks to come.
Tod Wright was the custodial lead hand for many of my years on staff at Central, taking over after Don Meriweather (SP?) retired, and although we had already formed a good friendship, his promotion coupled with my outside-the-lines use of Central's facilities meant that we were in pretty regular contact, sharing many conversations. An avid sports enthusiast, Tod was always there for Central's athletes, both as a fan and arranging things to their benefit. He always had a great big grin for me, and was openly warm in sharing some of his passions outside of the job. After Central was closed, we didn't see each other very often, but we stayed in touch via Social Media with messages of support and congratulations arriving in the in-box regularly. Case in point, his was one of the first congratulatory messages I received once the news about my induction to the Barrie Sports Hall of Fame went public. I don't know any details about what happened but if the rest of his life was a positive and warm as our interactions, there will be a large number of people feeling just the way I did when I learned about his passing at such a young age.
RIP Tod ... you were quality people and in my books that counts for a lot!
Regular readers of these posts will already know that Joyce and I relocated to Wasaga Beach, coming up on four years now. We are in a condo, a grouping of three identically constructed buildings in a quiet section of WB's northeast end. Living in a condo community, we established friendships with some of our neighbours, but one of the special ones was with a 95 year old Myra Peddie who was on the same floor at the other end of our building. A feisty and active wee Scottish lass, she always had time for a conversation about almost any subject, and as we became more familiar, she felt comfortable with asking for some help with things that a lady in her 90's might need. This past winter, following a trip out west to visit her daughter, she returned home displaying a little less pep in her step, and inquiries about the change revealed that her health was failing and there was very little that the medical system could do. Being devoutly proud, she decided that she would not burden her family and friends with her bad luck, making the decision to opt for an assisted dignified departure, 100% on her terms. While Joyce and I plus many of our other neighbours are most definitely sad, we admire her strength and conviction.
RIP Myra ... the pain and burden is finally gone and we love that for you!
Fresh off a weekend event where dozens of fantastic Barrie Central memories were dredged from deep within my Hippocampus, I learned through our group connections that one of my dear colleagues Kelly had lost her health fight, leaving behind literally hundreds of friends, family, and loved ones with a profound sense of confusion, sadness, and loss. I personally feel like I've known Kelly for decades, meeting first when I was hired at Central, transitioning through all of the unbelievableness we shared both in good times and bad, including jointly coping with moving to North following Central's closure. We always had time for a hug, a smile, a story, and a visit, but lost regular connections once we both retired and refocused on family. Still, we met often at retirement parties for our younger colleagues or on the court where I was refereeing her children's games, rekindling the flames of friendship quickly, the mark of a strong relationship. I knew that some health complications had made life more difficult in the past few years, but I am embarrassed to admit that I was not aware of the seriousness, obviously a large part of her passing.
The last years of her career, she transitioned away from the classroom into guidance where she counselled 1000's of students on potential next steps following secondary, appreciated for her bluntness when it was warranted. When the word begins to circulate through alumni, there will be a dark cloud cast widely as many struggle with her loss.
For me, Kelly will always be a sassy, Uber smart, high energy, focussed Tasmanian Devil who loved working with kids. As a friend, she was selfless to a fault, always ready to take the quarrel whenever required, her sassy sense of humour often leaving the crowd in stitches. Her passing really is a mortality check, a slap in the face, considering that she was only a couple of years younger than me, and I feel deeply that her family has lost such a genuine soul.
RIP Kelly ... Heaven just got a really good one, and those of us left behind will certainly miss you!
Man, growing older is not for wimps!
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