A couple of months ago, as I was scrolling through what felt like my thousands of un-read e-mails in my morning clean out ritual, there was one from my son’s daycare with the title: “lost for words”. I have to admit it I clicked on it rather apprehensively. All I kept thinking was: ” My God please don’t let anything have happened to one of the kids”.
Well it was a child, but not one under the age of six. It was the owner’s son,her baby, who was 32 years young. He was involved in a motorcycle accident in South Africa, and Cathy of course left immediately. We did not see her for almost a month. When she did finally come back and I saw her in her office I gently stepped in, and told her very honestly that I had no idea what to say. I stepped over to her and gave her a hug, and we both fought to hold back tears.
A memorial service was held her in Montreal for family and friends who were not able to make the journey over to South Africa. When I was asked to do the flowers all I could think was that it needs to be vibrant, vibrant colours for a vibrant young man.