A politician's life, well-lived

     

     

     This week, with shock, sadness and tears, I, too, shared the grief of losing one of my favourite politicians, and in my estimation — the best of the best. 
     Presently, people across our nation are mourning the death of Canada's former finance minister, Jim Flaherty. 

     

     For years, Flaherty was the captain of our nation's economy. Many dubbed him "the greatest finance minister in the world." His decisions affected all of us, as he kept Canada on track during difficult economic times. 
     
     He showed fierce loyalty and extra-ordinary dedication as a public servant, even to his last days in office while battling health issues. Having been born of Irish descent to a family of eight children, his Irish Catholic heritage, together, with those earlier teachings, obviously helped to produce the character, so many admired. 

     I am impressed with the many honours and accolades I have heard from his fellow parliamentarians. 

     Here are just a few: 

..." a decent human being, likeable, devoted, contented and happy, honest, made all feel welcome in his presence; did not have a self-important attitude, friendly; a man of character; congenial — didn't let political differences get in the way; and, had the manners of a gentleman."  

     There seems to be a lack of decorum and restraint shown in the political arena today. Mr. Flaherty showed he was a steward of his own behaviour, usually choosing to not participate in the verbal battles surrounding him.  

     

     Many will honour his memory this week, at a well-deserved, state funeral. They will remember the friendly gentleman, who, with that Irish glint in his eye and a great sense of humour, was often ready with a mischievous quote or an inspiring thought. 

     
     Nothing short of honourable, was the generous and compassionate spirit shown by he and his wife, as they contributed to making life better for those less fortunate, helping to create the Ability Centre in their hometown. 

     My hope is, that as politicians gather to remember a life well-lived, they may purpose to emulate his fine example, carrying forth his great legacy.    

     

     I believe this would be the "blessing" he would choose to leave his "fellow-travellers." 

May the road rise up to meet you  
May the wind be always at your back  
May the sun shine warm upon your face  
And the rain fall soft upon your fields  
And until we meet again  
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.

— Irish blessing

— beulah