In Memory of Barry King.

I don't normally use this blog for personal reflections, but today is my Uncle Barry's funeral. I'm from a tight-knit Atlantic Canadian family, and he died at only 64. The proceedings will occur in Sussex, New Brunswick later today. Unfortunately, logistics and finances precluded my attendance this afternoon, and I'm heavy with both loss and placelessness.

With a dry wit, a strong sense of duty, and kind heart, Uncle Barry crafted a life full of love and laughter. I'm blessed to have been part of that life.

Admittedly, closure will evade me for sometime. I'll watch my family adjust from afar, and wait for the tonne of bricks that will hit me when I'm home next.

I will honour this great man by carrying my memories of him in the part of my brain that gives me strength to be the best version of myself. I promise that the love I had for him will not cease to exist, it will turn inward and make me a more whole person.

Uncle Barry, you will be missed and remembered. Rest in peace.