A few days ago, on January 2, 2010, a good friend of mine, Ian Smith, of Chesterfield, NH passed away after a long and courageous battle with cancer.
He was victorious, handling his ordeal with great dignity and class. He fought the good fight, lived a good life, and, as it is said, ran the race to the finish. God bless Ian and his clan.
Today I attended a very nice memorial service for Ian. Those who eulogized him hit it out of the park. His wife, Marjorie, and daughter, Darlene– her husband, Andy, and their daughters will surely miss the leader of Smith clan.
Ian was born in Scotland, but lived most of his life in the USA. He would have enjoyed ( and no doubt did) the prelude of “Scotland the Brave” performed by bagpiper Daryl Madden, a local Keene police office, as well as some special music ( “Wild Mountain Side”) performed by his friends Teresa Winter and Fred Moriaty.
He died at 71. Ian was known far and wide in the paper industry, and in the world of golf.
I met Ian when he was my age, and I was about 30 without gray hair. We met on the golf course and the Old Scot was my team’s captain. We won the tournament and became good friends. Ian was the best captain one could have– a fierce and accomplished competitor, but always an encouraging, upbeat and positive partner.
I’ll always remember Ian’s good nature, his thick Scottish accent, the twinkle in his eye, and his warm smile. I am blessed to have known him.
While some other “big shots” looked down their noses at me because I was not a corporate lawyer, but an injury lawyer, Ian was always supportive of me. Although Ian made it to the top of his profession, he never lost his common touch and remained down-to-earth.
I, too, will miss Ian Smith.
As the evening passes, I wish my friend peace on the rest of his journey into eternity.
Times like these are a constant reminder of what counts most in life, because none of us– no matter how long we might live — are on this earth for very long.
Farewell good Scot.
Keep your strength.