My Dad—Richard Fulford—passed away late Monday night at St. Michael’s Hospital in Toronto. Although he had been in failing health since the spring, Dad continued to do the bridge hand and crossword puzzle from the newspaper regularly, downed a daily cocktail, and kept up with his large family and circle of friends. Dad served overseas in the Royal Canadian Air Force during the Second World War. It was during his basic training that he met my mother at a garden party in Wales. Most of his time was spent in India and Ceylon, which gave him a lifelong love of travel.
When he returned to Canada, Dad became a Professional Engineer and gained an MBA from the University of Toronto. After he retired, he returned to school and graduated with a BA from Glendon College at the age of 77—and he was still teaching Sunday school into his eighties. Now that Dad is gone, I’m the oldest member of the family—all 21 of us—and I intend to follow his shining example and enjoy my life to the fullest.