Day 358 July 28, 2011

Havanna, Cuba

Another hot day at home in Nova Scotia, but I think farther afield to distant locations.  David and I drove into the city today to attend an Irish wake for one of David's oldest friends, Tom C. who died suddenly on Saturday.   David and Tom met in grade 3, quite a few year's ago.

Tom had the ability to make lifelong friends for he always treated everyone he met as someone special and worth knowing.  He and his wife Judy sailed the world for two years, all the way to South America.  Tom recently went to Havanna, Cuba last winter with two other boyhood friends.  He just loved travel, and that is why I think of Cuba tonight, and remember Tom.

His friends toasted his memory countless times.  His wife hugged everyone.  Several funny stories about Tom were told which made everyone laugh out loud.  David and I gazed out on the water and watched the boaters as we listened to the Irish music.  David laughed and laughed with his old friends, as Tom would have wanted him to do.

Yes, in tribute to a fine person, there is nothing better than laughing over the countless funny experiences you shared with them.

Namaste.