Tag: family

My mum passed away in May, and we said our final goodbyes last week. Goodbye to Dorena from Devon. Aka Doris from Devon.

It’s the end of an era in my family. And the beginning of a new one.

I’m thinking of spring flooding this week, my friend. The water is rising in New Brunswick, and I am thinking of home. For many reasons.

We get knocked down, but we can get up again. Hopefully. With lots of love and support. And guts and determination. And a great sense of humour.

What is the meaning of family, anyway? To me it means I know who I know, and love who I love.

  At my book club a week or so ago, we discussed the use of the term “childless.” I say “we” but, actually, I started the discussion. Someone used the term innocently, in a comment, and I admit I ranted …

This week in my travels with a ninety year old I’ve learned a lesson. You get great service when your companion has a cane and a walker.

Sometimes we can still hear the voices of loved ones we miss. We hear their voices in our heads, and it’s comforting.

A boy and his dog and his birthday cake. May 1948 ****************************************************************** “This Was My Brother” ********** by Mona Gould ************* This was my brother At Dieppe Quietly a hero Who gave his life Like a gift, Withholding nothing, His …