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Globe and Mail journalist, dead at 57. Rembrances from Stephen Strauss, Peter McKenna, and Clive Doucet.
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February 21st, 2008 at 9:11 am
I had two or three conversations with Val over the last few years and every time I hung up the
phone I would always think, “what a lovely person and great conversationalist.”
February 28th, 2008 at 11:07 am
I came to know Val over the past few years through the Globe Comment section. She was always supportive, and so kind. I looked upon her as a mentor and friend. I loved to listen to her wisdom, and soak in the kindness of her soul. I spoke with her just 1 week before she passed away – the prognosis seemed hopeful at the time.
She remembered personal details, and was disappointed to know that I had stopped playing hockey due
to my knee troubles.
I loved her, and continue to love her example and humanity.
It was a privilege and honour to have known her.
I was devastated upon hearing of her death. I can only imagine what her family is going through.
Sheema Khan
Ottawa, ON
February 28th, 2008 at 11:21 am
I remember Val Ross kindly, as well. She helped find spots for two articles I wrote for the Globe & Mail in 2005. She was extremely respectful to me, and gave thoughtful criticism; she shifted roles at the newspaper leaving one of the articles stranded, but when I finally recontacted her, she put me in touch with the F&A page editor, who ultimately ran the short rant on deforestation I’d written. I felt she’d stuck her neck out on my behalf, which meant a lot especially considering we’d never actually met. I wish we had.