Wednesday, November 11, 2020
Mr. G will be truly missed. There will never be another like him. One of the things he frequently said was, “There are two sides to every door”; however, on most issues there was only one right way, and it was HIS way. He certainly wasn’t about to change his mind about anything. His respect for his mother was no dimmer at the age of 86 than it was when he was a child. Her recipes were THE BEST, and her gardening expertise was put into practice every spring, summer and fall just north of his house. He told of buying one sheet of drywall with every pay cheque because it was all he could afford and, bit by bit, he finished the addition he built on the house. It took him several years to achieve his coveted degree and his motto regarding education was “No one can ever take that from you, save God himself.” Mr. G wasted nothing, and shared with all. His generosity was equally evident in spending his time teaching, tutoring and mentoring as it was with sharing his garden vegetables, strawberries, raspberries and even grape jelly, which was truly the nectar of the gods. I now know that “the worst thing that happened to this country besides Pierre Elliott Trudeau” (one of many reasons was Mr. G’s distaste for the metric system) was front load washing machines, Tide laundry detergent, energy efficient light bulbs, foreign cars and Campbell’s soup, (depending on the day). And let us not forget the Loonie and Toonie! He was steadfast in his refusal to accept either as legal tender. He could play the piano splendidly, completed and assisted others with beautiful wood working projects, quoted both the Bible and Shakespeare and loved mathematics. I am so thankful that his intellect and memory stayed with him to the very end. Thank you, Bob, for all the knowledge that you shared. There will never be anyone quite like you. Rest in peace, dear friend.
