“Every man moves on,” says my father quietly, and I think he speaks of Santa Claus, “But there is no need to grieve. He leaves good things behind.”
~ Alistair MacLeod, ‘To Every Thing There Is a Season’
My heart soars every time I read these words, and so many others of Alistair MacLeod’s. And then it breaks to think there will be no more.
In October, 2008, I wrote a blog post about the first time I had the pleasure of meeting one of my all-time favourite authors. Dear Reader will forgive the hero worship of a star-struck admirer, sentiments that have never waned. Here’s a link to the post.
Rest in peace, good man. Thank you for the gift of your stories.