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Dad by Robert Frost’s “Mending Wall” – the mending wall referred to in poem, 1991, Robert Frost Farm, Derry, N.H. As Robert Frost ponders in his poem “Mending Wall” (poem is included at end of post for reference), “Something there … Continue reading →

Two months since Dad’s celebration of life, and still one flower from the service’s floral arrangement clings to life. 🩵💜🩵 So too does the pain, the trauma flashbacks, and the beautiful memories. Original arrangement, August 22, 2024:

We visited the cemetary today. The plaque and granite pillar was installed by the City, along with the beautiful, deeply engaging epitaph Dad had requested. We lovingly placed a few flowers, including a rose each, at Dad’s, Grandpa Reade’s, and … Continue reading →

Mom has been punished for having her husband pass away- her house insurance just went up from $247/month to $650/month. We are still going to provide a few details about security, new roofing and furnace, and will be providing confirmation … Continue reading →

For five decades, Dad has been a driving force in my life. I wanted to do him proud and bring him joy. So much of what I did and how I flourished was due his nurturing, his encouragement, and his … Continue reading →

Recordings from the service are available here at the following address (please note the user name and password below): https://thirring.org/celebration User name is: privatePassword is: private Recordings available for viewing: We recommend for the slideshow part of the service that … Continue reading →

My book budget has been pretty lean this year, but a book I ordered after Dad’s Celebration of Life arrived today. It features the work of artist John Martin, whose art has featured previously on this blog. Martin’s apocalyptic landscape … Continue reading →

Every year we gathered on Remembrance Day, enjoyed your beautiful, thoughtful display of the Grandparents and war remembrances on the fireplace (below), and solemnly watched the ceremony on TV. In May I planted some special Flanders Fields poppies in the … Continue reading →

The night of the first frost is my least favourite day of the year as a gardener. I have a limited number of old bedsheets that are put to good use, but I’m only able to cover a tiny fraction. … Continue reading →

Grandpa (Vernon Delmar) Davies (Pictured): “Thrashing in Lenore/Virden Manitoba 1947. I loaded it all myself.” My Grandma (Rosalie nee Malowny) Davies, would frequently say in passing through the decades, “it’s a good life if you don’t weaken”. It’s a variation … Continue reading →