Heart broken yet grateful

It was a bit of an emotional roller coaster this past week, with my heart breaking over the passing of an old university chum then filled to the brim by the generosity of our in-laws. I feel like I have written far too often of late about the emptiness of losing those who occupy a special place in my heart, but then time spent with loved ones, especially grand children, does its best patch job, all lessons in this game of Life.

The week started out on a low note with a message from one of my old football team mates that another of our brothers had been taken far before his time, the victim of an irreversible health complication. Greg Baun and I played on some pretty amazing Gaels teams in the early 80's, conditions that were emotional fertilizer for germinating close ties with tremendous staying power. Greg, the son of Maple Leafs legend Bobby Baun, inherited his family's outstanding athleticism making him a potent force on the gridiron as a punishing fullback, perfect for the option scheme that racked up total offense stats much to the detriment of our OQIFC opponents. As impressive as that may sound, it was Greg's off-the-pitch qualities that were even more impressive, not the least of which was his affability. The brilliance of his 1000w smile entered the room well before his face appeared, quickly followed up with a snappy remark, a good natured jib, or a glowing compliment, traits that endeared him to many of those who were proud to call him a buddy.

An often overlooked quality of Greg's was his gritty perseverance, a trait that not only served his athletic successes, but perhaps more importantly, impacted his business interests even more wholly. Whatever it was that was the focus at the moment, Greg poured himself entirely into the quest, successes racking up consistently. 

Tony, Ross, and Bauner

One of the traditions I am eternally grateful for is the passion of so many of my FB chums for staying in touch, the highlight of which would invariably be our reunions every few years, but another developed more recently, the brainchild of our team guru Ross 'ODO' O'Doherty, when those that could gathered every Christmas to share a meal, a beverage, and countless stories. It was during many of those holiday events that my friendship with Greg had its embers stoked as we shared more of ourselves, especially the more recent family developments. True to form, those conversations were accompanied by that glowing 'Bauner' smile.

My beliefs allow me the confidence that you'll somehow be aware of how much we will all miss you Greg, and the power of our collective love will, in its way, make whatever the next place you're in brighter and blissful. 

As low as that felt, the mood quickly improved with an invitation to join our Maddi+Chris+Wynnie at Chris' parent's cottage in the Haliburton area, a Shangri La I've shared thoughts about before. Tony and Cheryl Cove are a special type of generous, sharing the life they've built with open arms and a huge smile. Their place up north is both impressive and homey, situated on Eagle Lake with a full frontage of sandy beach, nestled in the thick forest that dominates that part of the world. We've been invited to enjoy before, and this time was no different, despite the lack of cooperation from Mother Nature, but the company was stellar, the conversation was plentiful, and the feelings of appreciation palpable. Not to be outdone, the offered fare was delicious and decadent, my belly's ballooning size at the end of the night signalling a caloric Olympic record. 

Of course, the highlight of the trip was our Energizer Bunny Wynnie's playful antics, entertaining 6 sets of adoring eyes sparkling with a love that spilled over the rim, and 4 sexagenarians rolling around on the floor, mimicking the babbling of a busy little soul. Having just passed her 1st birthday earlier in July, Wynnie almost skipped the awkward walking stage, opting instead for running as her developing powers mental powers left us bewildered and pleased. Even when her year one MMR vaccinations left her with an uncomfortable low grade fever, she babbled and danced herself content, much to the delight of the willing audience.

Were that not enough, the trip was punctuated with a group trip to visit my MIL Pearl in Haliburton with Maddi, Chris, and Miss Wynnie in tow, a Great Grandmother's first chance to see Wynnie at her frenetic explorations. With the significant distance from their home to Haliburton, Pearl doesn't get a lot of opportunities for visits, but the Cove cottage is a short drive away, and she couldn't have smiled any wider. Nap time signalled the end of the visit, kisses were offered, hugs were given, and we enjoyed a brief but tasty lunch with Pearl prior to pointing the RAV toward the Beach. 

I still found my thoughts wandering back to some 'Bauner' memories on the drive home, but thanks to the injection of Cove generosity, a lengthy visit with our little cherub, and the satisfaction that Pearl was healthy and well, the memories generated happy feelings of remembrance, not the sting of loss. 

Another week of retirement comes and goes, and it's still pretty darned wonderful.

RIP Greg