My Guy's Tribute
Friday, November 16, 2012
Tal is the type of person that people liked…just because.
As I met with his many friends, I heard many stories of how he touched their lives. It was so heart-warming and comforting to me to have confirmed what I already knew: Tal was a pretty cool guy!
I could hear laughter during the visitations yesterday; roaring laughter, at times, from both old and newer friends. And I heard a few stories where his quick reflexes and quicker mind saved a few people’s lives. Some I had heard from Tal, but most were ones that he had down-played his part or I hadn’t heard yet. That’s the kind of person he was; willing to do what he could to improve the lives of those he loved and thinking nothing of it.
Many people thought he was shy. He might not have talked a lot when he had conversations but that’s because he was a private person. Crowds weren’t his thing, but he did like being around people. You could often find him on the edge of a crowd having a great conversation with a select few. And then he wasn’t shy. He could talk up a storm if you let him.
He loved nature and the great outdoors. When we chose the house to buy, he insisted on having more than half an acre. He might have grumbled about all the work that came with so much yard, but he always felt so accomplished when it was done.
He loved seeing:
- A garage full of winter wood
- The whole yard mowed, since it was all done by body power
- The rhododendron, “Rhody”, in full bloom for 2 weeks a year
- The door yard plowed out after a big snow storm
He enjoyed sitting in our screen tent in the woods of the back yard. Listening to the nature and feeling a cool breeze on a hot summer day is how he liked to wind down after a hard, hot day at work. Air-conditioners were nice, but he would rather be outside.
He was the only person who helped me get over my phobia of flying bugs, just so I could spend time outdoors with him. That’s just the kind of man he was.
He loved his children and often thought about them. He kept pictures of them throughout the house. He also kept a photo of his father on the toolbox in the garage so he could see Marven every day. He talked about his sister at least once every other day. “We should email Tina soon, maybe on the weekend”, he would often say.
He had a few favourite songs. “Freedom” by Colin James was his most favourite. “Here For A Good Time” by Trooper was another one … that was his philosophy in life. And over the years, he even came to consider a couple of “Duran Duran” songs his favourites too. “Skin Divers” meant a lot to him and “Come Undone” was our song. I’m pretty sure I helped in those choices.:-D
For all the vehicles and engines he’s worked on over the years, he wasn’t an antique car kind-of-guy, though he did have some favourites. He loved the green Jeep we drove for several years. The Jeep might have been rusty, but the sound of a roaring engine and a rumble from the exhaust always put a smile on his face.
There were a lot of people and situations and things that brought a smile to his face. And when he laughed, it was genuine and came from the heart.
You told me once not to cry for you when you died. OK, so that didn’t happen.
So when I cry during the next little while, please remember that there IS laughter mixed in.
And in the months and years to come, the laughter will increase and the crying will subside.
I love you, Talbot.