HOME — I’ve been wearing my dad’s tie all week. It’s a university tie from Bishop’s University outside Montreal. My dad was president of the University earlier this century. He was always quietly dapper without being too flash. [Okay, the man-bag he carried while we lived in Paris was a bit cutting edge.]
By today’s standards 72 is quite a young age to die.
Like all dads he was my hero. He did amazing things as a political journalist, a foreign correspondent, a history buff, a francophile, an African aficionado, an actor and someone who loved a good laugh.
I wish you could have met him.