This is the motto for the Royal Military College in Kingston ON. Joe had the pleasure of spending 2 tours there. 1977 - 1982 and again in 1991 - 1993. It was during the latter period that Joe got to meet an outstanding cadet by the name of Phil Dawe. Years have past and the name slipped into the back of our memories only to be thrust to the forefront by that deadly Afghanistan blast. Phil's brother Capt Matt Dawe was one of the 6 casualties. Today the family held a press conference to talk about their loss. So as we celebrate the sacred union of Andrea & Charles this Saturday, they will be saying a final goodbye. Capt Dawe leaves a young widow and son behind.
Closer to home, Jeff lost his dear grandmother Lillian late this afternoon. I never had the chance to meet her, but Heather was always excited about a trip to see her, especially once Jonathan arrived. She sounded like a person I would have enjoyed knowing. We are fortunate though to have a photo of Grandma Lillian along with three generations of her descendants...Bob, Jeff and Jonathan!
I hope that this will be the last obituary I have to put in the family Bible this month...Art Godin, Capt. Matt Dawe and now Grandma Lillian. Gone but not forgotten.