Author Archives: hdavies

Woke up to my therapy bunny, one of two that are the only source of glimmers of joy for me these days, deeply unwell this morning. I have been thinking each time facing a hurdle this year I just need … Continue reading →

(John Martin, The Deluge, 1834) All this timeThe river flowedEndlessly like a silent tear– Sting, Soul Cages In previous posts I have alluded to the Shakespearean-like way in which my father left his corporeal form. The natural world surrounding our family … Continue reading →

Fall is settling in with cool temperatures, a mournful wind through the leaves, grey skies, and scattered showers. There is much tumult in the air, along with haunting past memories, sorrow and painful feelings of loss incoming today from all … Continue reading →

To my knowledge, this is the only picture of my great grandmother (Dad’s grandma), Lucy (nee Settee), who was born in 1906 (along with my young grandpa). In Dad’s early years, he and his parents lived in his grandmother Lucy’s … Continue reading →

Dad’s grandfather, Vernon Reid Davies, pictured below. Now I know where Dad’s gorgeous blue eyes came from! To my knowledge, this is the only close-up picture we have of him in our family. Born in 1897, Vernon grew up in … Continue reading →

In the spirit of yesterday’s post with a baseball theme, I am reposting Dad’s poem “Farm Baseball”, which was inspired by a baseball game in 1984 on a distant farm in the Libau area (site of family’s first homestead on … Continue reading →

We received a kind note from one of Dad’s many publishers today, one of many we’ve received over the past month, and just had to share. Everyone who came in contact with this remarkable person were almost always deeply touched … Continue reading →

News breaking of James Earl Jones’ passing yesterday hit hard. Although best known as the voice behind Darth Vader in Star Wars, my heart lands on a different iconic scene from a very different movie. I’m suddenly at Eaton Centre, … Continue reading →

Heather’s Note: I found this piece of Dad’s writing in a binder humbly titled (on yellow sticky note taped to the front) “Who was Dad” on September 7, 2024. Dad had not shared this with me previously, but it was … Continue reading →

The last two days have been excruciating in terms of notifying utility and credit card companies of my father’s passing. How many times does one need to say “He’s dead. He’s passed away. My father is gone, dead. No, it’s … Continue reading →