Cliff has been a constant friend since I moved next door to him and Brian in 1995. They invited me over and I never left. It was countless nights hanging out listening to music, Xfiles Fridays then out to a club to see a band, fires at the beach, road trips, concerts, celebrations with and for friends, poker and pie. All of my best memories include Cliff, he was truly one of my best friends and I could always count on him for anything. He was funny, generous ,kind and one of the most genuine people I’ve ever met.
A few years after he got his condo he let me move in with him for a few months while I renovated my place on the next block, destined to be neighbours forever. It felt like we were reliving the 90’s again with red wine and conversations late into the night. He was so smart and so logical I could literally turn to him to make sense of anything for me. It’s hard to make sense of this.
As neighbours we’d run into each other all the time just coming and going, so I’d always keep my eyes peeled for him and I catch myself doing it all the time now. I walk by his place everyday and look up to his deck like I might see him there. In a way I do, in every corner of the neighbourhood where we grew up. He was a great friend. I miss you Cliffy