Dad's life motto was 'When we work, we work hard. But when we play, we play hard.' Dad's personality and way of things could best be described as one of largess or perhaps the better word is, excess.
He loved to drive around the Gaspe but by the 17th trip my Mother refused to go again and so dad made many more trips alone.
He used to make his own wine. He kept a running supply of 400 bottles.
Since my Mothers death he had collected small, round, end tables. "For the living room, to put a dish of peanuts on when I have company" he'd say. He had 9.
He loved politics, attended several sessions of both federal and provincial Parliaments, never failed to vote and kept a regular email correspondence of an advisory nature with his member of Parliament.
He believed in hard work and thought that all who are able should always pay their own way. He had no patience for laziness or cheaters.
He loved to travel and he loved to read. He had read every book ever written about, or by, Winston Churchill.
His home was always open to anyone who wanted to drop in. There was no business so pressing that he couldn't stop to enjoy a glass of red wine with a friend.
He asked for no funeral but rather that we have a party. And he asked that we spread his ashes in Quebec City, at Perce Rock and in New Orleans. We have some travelling to do.