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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 →

A lighter post, celebrating the two furry bundles of joy in my life with a few pictures- my two beloved rescue buns. Skye (mostly white) and Sitara (mostly black). ❤️

 “Everything is energy and that’s all there is to it.” – Albert Einstein Throughout the last month I’ve touched on some of the cataclysmic happenings and portents our family faced in the lead up to Dad’s death, including water and floods, … Continue reading →

Right then, let’s continue onward examining these stages and assessing where I’m at. I think I covered SHOCK enough yesterday… EMOTIONAL RELEASE My experiences are more akin to waves. Massive, unrelenting crashing waves of pain that completely overwhelm me and … Continue reading →

I realize there are many grief resources out there. The hospital shoved us an envelope of resources as we were walking down the corridor dazed, still with Dad’s blood on our shoes. We threw it out later as anything associated … Continue reading →

Dad and I have always shared a wicked sense of humour. Like most families, we shared “in” jokes, ones that our only our shared histories could appreciate. We also shared an ongoing, decades and decades long appreciation of and shared … Continue reading →

Dad always marvelled at the connections I would make online. He encouraged our passion project, building a safe, billionaire-free, ad-free, algorithim-free community with like-minded people and “floofs” (small fluffy beings we share our lives with, whether literally or in spirit, … Continue reading →

There may come a timeWhen I will lose youLose you as I lose my lightDays falling backward into velvet night– Paul Simon, Further to Fly, Rhythm of the Saints album How many times I listened to this song with Dad … Continue reading →

Today we finally had two City Inspectors out to check out the new air conditioner (A/C) at Mom and Dad’s. It’s an extremely painful topic as Dad had wanted the A/C so badly and never got to enjoy it. In … Continue reading →