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John Watt (1974)
I know I've been AWOL for decades, and probably none of you remember me because I was fairly quiet, but my brother told me about Lynda Ballick's death, and it ruined my week and I felt I had to comment. I lost touch with her decades ago, literally when she went to France and I was starting at U of T Engineering, but we hung out a lot in grade 13 and that summer, which is weird since she was kind of artsie and music-y, and I was kind of boring and sciency and sporty (but not "cool" sports, just running and swimming). She basically helped me pass English, have fun in French, and made school much more fun and interesting for me. She went to work at Mr. Paterson's (our French teacher) hotel in Niagara on the Lake the summer of 1974, and I visited her there a few times. And sadly Mr. P died not many years after he retired. I liked him too. Good guy. Anyway, she was a lot of fun, kind, worldly (I loved the "I went to Paris for the weekend and I ran out of money and had to mooch some from strangers to get back to the airport" stories since her dad worked for an airline and she was pretty fearless about global travel, especially for a teenager). The world is a little bit less bright now that she is gone. I regret not having stayed in touch, but life moves on, gets busy, and we didn't have the internet to make things easier to stay in contact. Anyway, probably TMI. I will miss you Lynda, you were a good person.
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