For Tommy, of course, and for Janie with much love and affection. 

Today we lost our beloved friend Tom and for me, the world has lost some of its lustre at his passing.   

Tom was a Scot so there was no doubt I’d love him to bits and pieces.  He won Cam over at their first meeting.  Sitting at the dinner table, in front of my mum (and if you knew her, you’d understand the import of this next bit); without batting an eyelash, dear, sweet Tommy dropped the F bomb and we all giggled (except Mum of course).  That was it, the friendship between Cam and Tom was cemented for all time.  In truth, on that first meeting, Mum loved Tom as much as we did because he so obviously cherished Janie, and that’s all that mattered to Mum.  

Tom was smart and funny and honest (sometimes brutally so), and kind and thoughtful and generous and reliable and loyal and — towards me specifically — empathetic and supportive.  Look up “friend” in the dictionary and you’re sure to see Tom’s handsome face smiling back at you!  

Friendship is a such a powerful force and a valuable asset.  It doesn’t have to be perfect, or planned, or cultivated to be delightful and enriching.  All that’s needed is sincerity and Tommy was the epitome of genuineness.  My life was ever so much better after he came into it.  

Tom called me Princess on account of me very possibly, maybe likely, actually most definitely being spoiled — first by Mum and Dad and later by Cam.  We had many adventures in the Tom-mobile (his van) and at the beginning of one of those adventures, my name tag was awaiting my arrival on my seat:  

Princess Tom was a world-class garage-saler and on several of our outings, he taught me how to get the best deals.  So. Much. Fun.  Always!  He even helped us host one of our own, pre-moving, garage sales.  

Tom was an accomplished chef.  Over the years he made us many gourmet meals and introduced us to so many new foods — think Imperial Cheese and Baba Ganoush (but not together!).  One of our favourite traditions was Christmas Eve in Jane and Tom’s home where there were epicurean delights, friends, family, fun and so much love.  Tommy was a gracious and generous host — he made everyone feel, not only welcome, but as if each one of us was the guest of honour.  That’s a unique and lovely talent - definitely Tom’s superpower!   

Tom gave the best — bar none! — hugs.  

He had a smile that lit up every room he entered. 

He was generous with his time, volunteering with the fire department and Etobicoke Musical Productions.  

Tom was an accomplished Bridge player and competitor. 

My memories of Tom are sweet and special, viewed as they are, through the rose-coloured lens of enduring friendship.

I’m one of the luckiest ones ever because I’ve been honoured by Tom's help, kindness, hospitality, and many acts of friendship throughout our decades-long relationship.  I’m reminded today that none of us lives forever, and that our friendships on earth are but fleeting gifts to be cherished and treasured at all costs.

’Til next time, y’all…