He was one of my most inspirational heroes in life.
Somehow it just doesn’t seem right that Wally has moved on to wherever good folks go when they die. He passed on from this life. That’s all I know. That’s why I grieve. The world has become a place of uncertainty, of Covid-19, of hate and strife everywhere you can think of. |
People say, “Well, he had a good long life.” This might be true. But it was never long enough for those of us who knew and loved him. Because we need more Wallys in this life. Not less.
Wally didn’t want a big fuss. He didn’t want a funeral. He didn’t want us to have a celebration of his life either. (I do question that, Wally, if you’re listening.) Because we all needed to gather and share your beautiful example of how to live. Your devout beliefs, your humour, your cooking, your patience as you worked for months on a pointillism picture. Your generosity of spirit, mixed with your appreciation of the finer things in life.
I look at your pictures every day. And in a twist of life, now I light a little candle for you each day. I like to put your candle either in your little thingy you got for that purpose from the cathedral in Paris, or just for fun in the beautiful bright red Asian bowl and plate. I don’t know where you found that, but it is so you!
I’ve written about Wally before. If you want to see more about this lovely man, please go to the following articles:
An artist and a sage
Walter J. Smith: Pointillism
And then, if you knew Wally, or wish you had, please feel free to make a comment below.