... remembering a friend

Most of the times when someone passes away, the first things you hear are about what a wonderful person they were, and all the great things they did, how animals flocked to their feet etcetera. Normally I call B.S. on stuff like that. People are people, and they're good, they're bad.

Well, except for Paul Gallant.

Paul was pretty much what you think of when you think about "salt of the Earth". Paul would give you the shirt off his back, and if you needed another one he'd make it. Yes, most cliches about good people would apply to Paul, including even the good die young.

He passed away last week, suddenly. I've only a few of the details and being 1,400 KM away I won't even try to pretend I know it, but I guess what you could say is that for him his heart worked overtime, and just finally gave out. He leaves behind his wife, children, a family that loved him and a town that admired him.

Rest well, Paul. You'll be in my thoughts, as you are in the lives of everyone you've met.

Back in a bit.