My lovely wife came home from work with this beautiful artifact tonight. She said “I brought something for you…” She knew I needed this. We all do. My lovely wife rocks.
Herein lies an almost-100 page tribute issue, and it looks gorgeous.
Hie thee to yon local newsstand, fellow Canucks (and anyone else fortunate enough, this week, to have MacLean’s on their newsstands), and grab thy copy forthwith!
We knew it was coming. In a way, the nation has been bracing itself and mourning him since his glioblastoma diagnosis announcement, in 2016. I was just arriving at work this morning when my lovely wife texted me the news. I sat a moment in the car and just quietly offered my thanks and a heartfelt goodbye.
We all have Gord stories, and Hip stories, and all of them we hold dear. We were there. We know all the words, every note. We revelled in each new story and instant-classic line in every song. Gord has been so much a part of our fabric for so long that when the Hip ended that farewell tour it still didn’t even seem real.
Today’s news also seems unreal, though we know the truth. Gord was a gentleman, a true poet, a man pushing towards the edges to see what was there while showing us our own nation and history. Endearingly for us all, he was also one of us.
Thank you, Gord. For everything.