18/12/2021
Though not a man of the cloth, Gerry Dionne's weekly columns were small sermons delivered from his kitchen table. A table, no doubt, covered with all the finest ingredients in French cuisine.
One of his last wishes from his columns was that he wanted to “see people listen to each other.”
I listened, Gerry, and I will continue listening to everything you taught us in word and memory.
Thank you for being a friend, a mentor, and a guide to this strange star-stuff existence. You will be missed. Until we meet again.
Earlier this month, the curtain fell on a man of irreplicable passion, small snippets of wisdom, and love for humanity. Gerry Dionne, a man I’ve known for the better part of two decades, played out his swan song on December 4, 2021. Gerry, the father of my friend JR, was always a bit culturally al...