MY wife and I went to a funeral last week.
It was the funeral of a remarkable man, a man with a rare combination of gifts. Frank Koop was his name, and he was married to my sister.
Frank was a teacher, a man with a fine intellect, remembered with affection by hundreds of students. He was always curious, always learning, a great listener. But he was also an outdoorsman, a man who loved the water and boats. He fished and hunted, and at night he loved to play music.
Many years ago he cooked moose and baked potatoes for Frieda and my sister and me over an open fire, deep in the woods near Fort St John, seven hundred miles north of Vancouver. We’ve never forgotten the taste of that moose — one of the best meals we ever had in our lives — and we’ve never forgotten the last words Frank said that night before we all went to sleep in our sleeping bags. "If the bears show up, run!"
Source: Fergus Finlay, Irish Examiner, 24/01/2012