Today, I met Shamus Reid and asked him to carry greetings to his father. Winter came and departed and I’m glad Ian survived to see again the Akebono cherry blossoms on the streets near home. He also sees the beginnings of renewal of the NDP, the political movement that will be poorer without his sensible counsel.
Of course, time for all of us is finite but we are sad when it seems short for good people loved and respected by many. But then, maybe that condition is victory in the game of life.
The following text was published in November 2013.
It’s great the BC NDP honoured Ian Reid this weekend with a life membership and with warm recognition for his long service to politics and public service in British Columbia.
|From Bergman’s film The Seventh Seal.|
What’s even better is that our friend was there to enjoy the honour first hand. Scriblerians of BC’s blog world have high regard for Ian. That’s not just for his skills of analysis and communication and dedication to family, friends and the community, but mostly for unselfishness and uncommon courage and determination to live life fully. He’s battled to continue his game of chess well beyond the time others predicted it might end.
A mutual friend and I spent a couple of hours with Ian last weekend and I admit, the man inspires me. He’s been through difficult days but we found him remarkably vital, focused on people that are close to him and other things that matter much. Over the past few years, Ian’s been generous with information and guidance to me. His earliest advice included a caution to protect independence so that opinions can never be constrained by inapt obligations.
Since I’m in the autumn of my time, I’ll always remember Ian Reid and honour him by following the dictates of my own heart.
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