Justin Trudeau is 54, and somehow he looks younger every day. A year ago, he looked like someone in their late forties—say, around 49. Now he looks more like someone in their early forties, maybe 41.

I could be wrong. Maybe he actually looks more like someone who’s 39.

He has the whole package: health, good looks, a fit body, good manners, charm, great height, education, a strong personality, and an excellent spirit. He has three children who are all happy by his side, and he’s lived a full, rich life. He’s been successful in his work, and he’s always out in nature.

When he was Prime Minister, he improved many laws and created a more inclusive and balanced society, giving everyone—especially immigrants—a sense of being at home. And even though he comes from old money, wealth, and influence, you always saw a young, smiling guy enjoying life with everyone, not a typical rich British aristocrat with pomp and pretense.

He celebrated all the festivals of immigrants and residents alongside them. He kept track of events happening in the immigrants’ home countries. Many people, especially immigrants, underestimated him and mocked him, accusing him of benefiting from everything. He posted all his tweets and messages in both of Canada’s official languages. And now, his absence is truly felt.

And he is enjoying his life, far from the madding crowd. I don’t agree with his ways… of approaching things fully. I disagree with some, or many. But he is one of a kind.