It's been a rough year. A week ago I attended my brother-in-law's funeral in Brandon. This was the third person close to me to pass away this year and by far the hardest.
Larry Marshall and I were very close. A journalist, he taught me a love for language, whether it was reading a piece of his prose, playing Scrabble together until the wee hours of the morning or groaning at one of his outrageous puns. We had the usual journalist vs PR type discussions but never let it get too intense.
He taught me humility (usually at the Scrabble board). He showed me his love for music. We had a contest each year for who could give the other a worse album for Christmas. One year I gave him an Original Brady Bunch Xmas CD. The next year he blew me out of the water with a musical CD from Ed Whalen, former host of Stampede Wrestling in Calgary.
He loved to cook, but even more important, he loved to share a new recipe he found - at least 50% of my favourite recipes came from him. I think he may have showed me how to live.
Larry's passion was music
He delighted in unearthing, playing and sharing gems
Larry's life was words - from journalism, to Scrabble, to puns
Larry connected with people, ideas, music, stories -- and good cooking.
Larry Marshall was only 63 - much too young. Goodbye, my friend.
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