This blog entry is dedicated to a friend, Luke Sell, who passed away earlier this week.
At the beginning of our bike trip, Luke graciously opened up his home to us, and he didn’t mind that we took over his dining room with our bike gear. For the days we stayed in his home, he never complained about the mess!
Luke was one of the few people who didn’t laugh at me when I told him I wanted to bicycle across Canada. All he said was, “I hope you succeed.” Last Sunday when I arrived in St. John’s I made sure to text him that we made it. His reply, “Awesome”! That’s the last message I’ll ever get from him as he passed away in the early hours on Monday.
Luke was one of the funniest people I’ve ever met. The way he spun a tale was priceless because he got loud and made sure to act out the situation as he was telling his story. His loud raw laughter as he told his stories will never be forgotten by anyone who knew him.
His temper was usually at the core of his stories, but he could always laugh at himself later upon reflection. Whether he was throwing eggs at a neighbour or yelling at an idiot, his stories made my stomach ache from laughter.
Whenever my hubby, Darren, and I would go to Vancouver, Luke always insisted we stay at his place. He was one of the highlights of our visits to that city.
Darren knew Luke years before I met him. They lived in a small cabin in the Queen Charlotte Islands. Darren was broke at the time, and Luke provided him with food and drinks.
When I met Luke years later in New Westminster, he lived around the corner from us in a small studio apartment. His apartment was so small he found our 500-square foot apartment spacious, so he insisted on spending most of his time on our couch mocking us for our TV show choices! In that time, Luke’s loud and abrasive ways grew on me. I also discovered he was an avid reader so we exchanged many books over the years.
I’m really glad Darren and I got to spend time with him in the spring. Even though it had been a few years since we last saw him, it was like no time had passed at all. We returned to our old ways of exchanging sarcastic comments and laughing at the adventures we had been up to during the past few years.
We never got to meet his lady friend, Corinne because she was away at the time. He explained, “I call her my lady friend because girlfriend just doesn’t seem respectful or right to say at our age.” I thought it was a lovely way to refer to someone he cared for.
Luke insisted we contact his mom, Kate, in Grand Forks when we arrived there on our bikes. She opened her home to us just as generously as Luke had. He loved and respected his mom. When I told him how proud she was of him, he replied, “She is proud I am not a serial killer. Anything else is icing on the cake.” Typical Luke, funny as always.
I’m thankful to have known Luke. I’m sad he’s gone, and I miss him already. I hope to never forget the way he made me laugh.
Darren and I will toast a drink to you when I get home in a couple of days. RIP buddy.