Seems like a long time ago, 1964, when my family bought a house on the outskirts of Ottawa, in Rothwell Heights. Down the street I found new friends, with you three. We met at the school bus stop. We hung out through that most tumultuous time of adolescence, going for long walks, listening to music, Donovan, Dylan, Beatles, Stones, the Monkeys, beach boys, Sony and Cher, Gordon Lightfoot, Buffy St. Marie, Joan Baez. Then each going our own way, crossing paths occasionally over the years. Always a fondness for each other and stories to tell.
Thomas was a drummer, a maker of architectural models, an Eeyore, and a nice man, a friend who welcomed me on my short visits to his world in and around Ottawa over the years.
Here’s to old friends. Here’s to Thomas, a part of our stories. Rest in peace.
Thinking of you with love
Edith
