Some of us attended the funeral service and celebration of his life the other week where the family assured us how much Hector loved coming along to the group. Sandra McGruther wrote this very apt poem which she read at the service and it sums up the sentiments of our writing group.
To Hector, our treasurer, our Treasure
You never wrote that memoir
Though it’s what you meant to do
Yet in reading us some stories
Your life came shining through.
We were never in the red at all
As you kept the books intact.
Our treasure of a treasurer
Was admired by all, in fact.
That ready smile, that friendly voice
Will always linger on.
For Hector, though you’ve left usIn our hearts you’re never gone.