I’ve been so many times to Toronto, but I never thought of going further to Mississauga to see my old school friend, Vince. Last week, while I was walking downtown we ran into each other, right in front of the Marriott hotel. He was the one who recognized me. That’s probably because I was not wearing my big winter hat. I must have been the only person who was dressed for spring, while outside it was a winter wonderland.
I was really glad that faith made us reconnect again after so many years. Since he had a few hours left before heading back home, we went to have lunch together. We spent two hours talking about the old times and what has been happening in our lives since our last meeting which was eight years ago.
A lot of things can happen within eight years. He got married, had three kids (all daughters) and open his own company, truck rental Mississauga. It looked like things took a good turn for him after his divorce. I remembered that he had suffered a lot when his wife filed the divorce. He let her go but he still loved her.
We promised to try keeping in touch, seeing each other more often. I felt ashamed of myself for not having called him, not even once, during all those times that I had been to Toronto. Anyway, I promised I would do it next time and I intend to keep my promise.
While we were chatting during lunch, I revealed to him that one of our classmates had passed away. He was shocked to hear the news, despite the fact him the former colleague were not best friends.
He added that this news convinced him to do his will and take all the legal steps in the event of his own death. He explained that he would feel better knowing that his wife and kids will not have to suffer more than necessary. He wished to leave everything in order and settled before closing his eyes for the last time.
I liked the way he was thinking. He was being proactive. It made perfect sense. He convinced me that I need to do the same. Thus I took an appointment with a notary next week. Until then, I just have to be cautious, avoid getting killed or hit by a car before having my will done.