a good man.

This morning I was informed a very good man had died. He was a father, a husband, and a friend.
He was part of the original crew in the ever-expanding ship known as Bluespark.

My favorite memory of him is when he brought his visiting family down to the building I was living in to catch a high-rise view of Toronto. He was always cheerful, calm, wise, and warm. He was kind enough and open enough to answer questions about Islam and faith and family. And he loved to laugh.

I will miss him.