Eulogy of My Brother

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A TRIBUTE TO MY BROTHER, ONE HELLUVA GUY
I would be lying if I said that Roy and I have been close all of our lives. I perceived his deafness as an insurmountable barrier to closeness when we were kids. As it turns out, I was wrong and we became very close as we grew into adults. I came to know an extraordinary man who had an unrivalled love for life and laughter. He was a kind, gentle and generous man whose number one priority in life was to look after Mum. He was always quick to help anyone, especially if muscle power was needed, and he never expected anything but a “thank you” in return (except maybe a cup of tea). He was an avid sports fan who loved the Toronto Blue Jays, the Montreal
Canadiens, Tiger Woods and curling. I will never be able to watch those sports without remembering him. Many people have told me that he was a good curler and I regret that I never made the time to watch him curl. Thankfully, I did golf with him once or twice.
Upon reflection, I realize that Roy was also a great teacher. He taught me how important it is to define someone by who they are and not what disability they have. He never let his disability become an inability or an excuse to not to try something. He taught me how to forgive people, for no matter how mean or rude they may have been to him, he excused their behaviour as just not understanding. He taught me how to face adversity and attack it head on rather than trying to run from it. He taught me how to live life with dignity and grace (although he was often like a bull in a china shop and not very graceful). He taught me how you can always find laughter and happiness in any situation, no matter how bad you may perceive it to be. He taught me how important an uncle can be in children’s lives. He was John and Ned’s hero with his big muscles, big hugs and impressive Nintendo skills. Regrettably, it has taken…...

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