There are so many things I miss about you.
You loved having fun and you hated BS.
You were the hardest working guy I knew, but the only thing bigger than your work ethic was your generosity.
You truly marched to the beat of your own drum. I'm so glad you marched into my life.
I miss the Sundays when you would drive from Toronto. You arrived at 11:55 sharp. Always. Never late.
Armed with a cold bottle of County Chardonnay and a six pack of Creemore, you shucked oysters, laughed, entertained and made every single person feel welcome.
You always had a way of making people feel special. But we all knew you were the special one.
I miss your cooking, your passion for making food and wine.
I miss your risk-taking attitude, your willingness to fail in the pursuit of excellence.
We've created a white wine that I think would make you proud. It's one of a kind, just like you.
I miss you my dear friend. I will make a wine in your honour until I can't make wine anymore.