I grew up with Allen on the same dairy farm in Ontario. Our Dads farmed together, along with our grandparents. Growing up we never called him Al; it was always “Allen”, and he’ll always be “Allen“ to me. Even though I was a few (several!?) years older than him we played together, playing outside, doing what country kids do best...making our own fun. My fondest memories are of gathering with our large extended family for the different holidays, three generations together.
Then Allen headed west “for a summer”, “for a year”. Well, we know how that turned out LOL.
Allen, what a beautiful, wonderful, awesome life you're built with Heather. And I see so much of you in Colt. It was great to spend time with him when he came East to visit two summers ago. It was so wonderful to see you when you came back for my Dad‘s funeral last Feb. I hope you know how much that meant to us, and touched our hearts.
You’ve shown such bravery, openness, and grace in sharing your journey. You are one of the strongest guys I know. And it’s a privilege to call you my cousin. God speed. I’ll see you on the other side. xo
Allen and my granddaughter Brynn. ❤️
