"And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years." — Abraham Lincoln
Last Sunday, a man who I worked with closely for seven years – a colleague, a mentor, a friend – passed away, suffering a cardiac arrest in hospital as he was recovering from a stomach bypass operation.
The news was unexpected. At first I was filled with disbelief and shock. You see Max was larger than life. He was a people person through and through. He loved telling stories, very long ones so that you would find yourself walking out of his office two hours later when you only walked in to ask a quick question.
He made time for everyone, to listen, to help them and offer sage advice. He also made time to serve his community. Max was the co-founder of an amazing business; a longtime member of Rotary and past President; a supporter of the Austin Hospital and The Olivia Newton John Cancer and Wellness Centre. These are just few of his contributions to this world.
I think it is because of his great love for people, and his tireless and endless service in this world, it seemed like he would go on forever but maybe his physical heart couldn’t contain the enormous amount of love that was in there any longer.
Once the shock passed, grief rolled in on overwhelming waves. At first the strength of my reaction seemed strange to me. I hadn’t seen Max in just over 18 months — not since his original business partner and my very dear friend, Lynne retired. And I hadn’t seen him often since I left Snowball 5 ½ years ago as I spent a lot of that time overseas.Read More