I am so sad to write that my friend Larry Knight passed away yesterday at the age of 71.
I first met Larry about five years ago on a pickleball court at the Thornhill Seniors Centre. He was a gifted player whose mere presence inspired our friendly group. Initially I saw him as my archrival, a kindly Superman to my outmatched Lex Luther.
Little did I realize, you can't beat Superman!
Not only an accomplished athlete, Larry was a remarkable teacher. Even during his cancer, he always tried to come out and help others to improve their games. When some would have been at home dwelling on their misfortunes, Larry was there to encourage and inspire.
When I would visit him in hospital after some of his surgeries, he wouldn't complain about life being unfair. Rather, he accepted his cross and didn't let it take away from his sense of humour or his engagement with life.
Larry knew about pain and suffering, about the cruelty of cancer. And yet, he never lost sight of the beauty in nature, of the joy in a child, of the value of a friendship.
Larry was an only child but that doesn't mean he didn't have a brother.
Thank you Superman for always helping me to see the best in everything and everyone.
I will never forget you, my brother.
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