Gone but never forgotten....

I still remember that early morning of June 14, 1991 like it was yesterday....I was summoned from the cafeteria at Western where I had opened up for breakfast...that phone call is one that I will never forget...being told that your grandpa passed away was one of the hardest days in my life...losing a loved one is never easy...It is even harder when the one who passes is your mentor and spiritual example.

You see when I was younger there were really only two things in my life that were important...hockey and my grandpa....at the time of his passing, he was only 59 years old and there were so many things left in life to enjoy...he wasn't only my Grandpa, he was my father..he treated me like a son more than a grandson...there were many special moments that I was able to share with my Grandpa including going to Regina to watch the Roughriders play, watching hockey of any level, driving in the truck or something simple as a game of crokonol (sp) at christmas time.

In the days and weeks after the funeral people would tell me their story of how my Grandpa influenced their life and what a wonderful person he was....the more people I talked to the more I realized the impact he had on others. If it had not been for the influence and example of my Grandpa on my life, I don't know where I would be today...through his committment to the Lord, he led by example.

Grandpa, the love you exhibited for your family, for me but most importantly for the Lord, has been forever engrained on my heart. You are a big part of who I am today and I wish that you were here to see how things have worked out thus far...I can't wait until the day we meet again.

I am truly blessed that I had 15 years to learn from and love the greatest father in the world...so on this day I remember and reflect on the life he lived and the example he was...Gone but NEVER forgotten!!

Trevor