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On my lunch break from work, doing another one of those excruciating tasks. I’m in Dad’s email again. It kills my heart to be in there. I shouldn’t be anywhere near his personal stuff. He should be in here, monitoring … Continue reading →

An excerpt from an email received from another beautiful friend today of Dad’s 🙏— I know that it is very difficult for you to cope up with the pain and sorrow caused by your father’s death, the extraordinary man who was … Continue reading →

How has a year gone by since this beautiful, heaven-sent day late August 2023. Dad had encouraged me for a few weeks to bring my cruiser bike over to reunite for a ride together around the neighbourhood- a beautiful trip … Continue reading →

Starting my second partial work week back from being off for almost two months and I can definitively now say that work is not a distraction. It is merely a place where I try to suspend the reality of the … Continue reading →

Born in September 16, 1921, but not exactly. We celebrated Grandma’s birthday on this day, but in reality a busy harvesting season had kept her Dad (Great Grandpa) registering in August. My Grandma (Vera Bonderoff) is on the right, my … Continue reading →

My beloved rescue bunny Skye has been unwell for three excruciating days. As is often the case with “exotic” animals, her diagnosis was never 100% definitive, but in all likelihood she had a gastrointestinal obstruction as well as a possible … Continue reading →

Passed by a lifeless squirrel on the road right near Mom and Dad’s a short time ago. My throat caught and tightened. A few minutes later, putting out feed, Dad’s little friend did not come. I didn’t think there was … Continue reading →

This is a hard post. As my brother Scott alluded to in his Eulogy at Dad’s Celebration of Life, Post-It Notes were an endearing part of home life and how Dad kept track of the myriad thoughts within his brilliant … Continue reading →

I must write soon about how much Dad loved coming over for “deck time” and enjoying Italian coffee outside on the weekends. This picture from last year exemplifies how he was all in his glory during those visits, taking in … Continue reading →

An impossibly tough day. GI obstruction for our little one, hopefully headed off by early intervention. While waiting to pick her up when hopefully discharged, we visited Dad at the cemetery. A cold wind blew through the trees. We added … Continue reading →