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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 →

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 →