Today we came home from a ten-day family holiday in Chicago to find a message on our answering machine advising us that an old friend and colleague, Dave McVey, had passed away. We had missed the funeral.
I know Dave would probably forgive me for unwittingly missing this event while spending time with my family. Certainly, his family was important to him, and I doubt he would begrudge me the precious time I just spent with mine. Still, I would have liked to have been in Yorkton last Friday to honour his life. But that’s not possible now, so instead I offer this, whatever this turns out to be. Continue reading