He died the evening of March 24 at North York General Hospital, subsequent to a fall over Christmas. I was able to speak to him on St. Patrick’s Day; the hospital had him call me, but he was so obtunded I could barely understand him. I have written a blistering letter to the ‘patient experience’ people at North York General, but I will never send it. He was predeceased by his partner of many decades, Jo Volk, in 2017.
I am calm about it because I know in my heart I did everything I could to help him during the last months of his life; I’m now trying to get his cat adopted and I’ve notified some people who wouldn’t have found out about it otherwise.
He knew I loved him.
My duty now is to the living. I will help his sister as much as I can from a distance, but I know that’s what Dave would want me to do.