Harold Lachlan Gunn

Harold, I remember your stories.
Stories of your childhood of being the youngest boy who always had to bath last and never had warm bathwater. The lack of warm bathwater must have given you a warm heart.
I remember the love you have for Winn and the story of Winn saving a week’s salary to buy a new swimsuit for a day on the beach when you were going to be there. Your eyes still sparkled as you looked at Winn and commented “It was quite the swimsuit.”
I remember your sense of humour. The first time I had dinner at your apartment and you asked me where I lived, Bruce responding 212 Elgin St, your response was “Well, that’s a good address.”
I remember Harold the handyman who balanced helping Winn with childcare of Caitlin and Julia with step repair at Cynthia house.
I remember your change in roll to Grandpa Harold and the first time you and Winn saw Charlie though the security glass at the airport in Florida. How happy you were to have Charlie in your life.
I remember the love a grandfather who helped Charlie with his art and history homework. I remember how exited Charlie was to learn about your family when he worked on his Remembrance Day project for school.
I remember Charlie telling me that your cancer test had come back negative and that you had been singing “The Sun Will Come out Tomorrow” when he had gone to visit you at the hospital. I remember Charlie optimism and hope that you were going to get better.
Most of all I remember that when I talked with Charlie on whom he might emulate his personality towards in his adult life, your strengths and calming and loving character were always discussed. You were a wonderful role model for Charlie. You always be fondly remembered and missed. Love Tammy

Bruce

Sorry to hear about the passing of your dad.

Morley