Obituary of Harvey Sims

If you're reading this, I am no more, as John Cleese famously said about his dead parrot.

But while I was still around, I was one of the luckiest men in the world:

I was lucky in my choice of family. Evelyn and Gar Sims were loving and generous parents, and my grandparents, aunts, and uncles were all kind and supportive.

I was lucky in my choice of country in which to be born and raised; Canada gave me more than I could ever have hoped to repay.

I never went hungry, thirsty from time to time, maybe, but never hungry.

I never had to go to war, as my father and uncles had to do.

I made some really good friends over the years.

I had a variety of fascinating jobs and worked with many fine colleagues.

And I almost always enjoyed pretty good health.

With my second marriage, to Janet Sabourin, my luck truly soared. Janet made my heart sing. In decades filled with love and laughter, we lived happily and contentedly. And with three great kids to boot — Christopher, Tina, and Jonathan — who could've asked for more? Not me, that's for sure. I was rich beyond belief.

In lieu of flowers, a donation to the Salvation Army in Harvey's memory would be greatly appreciated.