My dad was an incredible man who loved to live life to its fullest. I will never forget the times I spent with him as a child, “running the beagles” in the bush behind our house on Eagleson Road where I first learned an appreciation for the outdoors or fishing up at the cottage on the Clyde River or playing hockey with him on the pond. Even though at times he displayed a gruff and serious demeanor, he was a loyal and loving family man with a soft heart and would do anything to help those in need. I will miss the way he recounted the many stories of his past, talking hockey, playing cards, and having a few beers and laughs together. I was lucky to have spent more time with him during the latter years of his life, gaining even more appreciation of his many qualities. Although his final few months were painful he still managed to keep his sense of humor. He was a brave, proud and loving man right to the end. He will always be my hero and best friend and I will miss him forever.