We often don’t realize how people touch our lives, until they’re gone. It’s kind of a shame.
When I heard that Paul Peacock had passed away last week, my mind immediately went back to a moment in 2000. A brief experience where he touched my heart in such a generous way.
I was working for my folks at the time, at the Golden News, and our office was located where Signature Clothing is now.
Steve and I had just announced our engagement, to be married in October, and I guess in a small town such as this, news travels pretty quickly.
In just a few days, Paul came to our office with a card in hand, neatly tucked in an envelope.
“Here you go, young lady,” he had said to me with a smile. Inside was a ‘congratulations on your engagement’ card, signed by both he and Julia, along with a crisp $50 bill.
Having grown up here, both Steve and myself, Paul knew both of us fairly well.
How proud he was to come along personally and give us their best wishes as we started a new life together.
It was a fleeting moment, a brief gesture, and I’m not sure he thought much of it, but it made a profound impression on me that he cared enough to make the effort.
Nowadays I’m working in a different office, The Golden Star, and if you know where our office is located, you’ll know that directly across the Kicking Horse River is Paul and Julia’s home, where he was always tending to the yard one way or another.
I can’t tell you how many days we hollered back and forth across the river, Paul and I. “Good morning” and “hey, get back to work” could often be heard. It was lots of fun. He also knew when I had been working too late or too much, with a bird’s eye view of our parking lot, and he didn’t mind scolding me as such, telling me that my family needed me more than the company. What a guy. (ha, there aren’t many people that get away with scolding me!)
Many times I would run into him in Aisle 6 at Overwaitea, where he worked part-time for the last few years.
I knew I could always count on him for a cheerful greeting, and with a twinkle in his eye, he would ask what sort of mischief I was up to that particular day.
We also attended Rotary together for quite a few years, he a member a lot longer than I.
How many times he and Julia opened their home to Rotarians for a get-together of some sort, or to host visiting Rotarians from all parts of the world.
So, it’s with a heavy heart that I bid farewell to Paul. I’m so glad to have known him such as I did. I hope that his spirit of fun and generosity will live on in the people who’s lives he touched.