This post is dedicated to the staff of the 5-D Palliative Care Unit (PCU) at Elizabeth Bruyère Hospital in Ottawa,…
Mother’s Day – Part 2: Dad’s Birthday
Today would have been my Dad’s 92nd birthday. In an odd way his birthday would fall either on the same…
Mother’s Day
This will be my 7th Mother’s Day without her. Over the years I’ve grown immune to the ads in the…
Letting go – again
When my Mom first died, I spoke to many friends who had also lost their mom. They would actually seek…
The senses that heal – Christmas grief
I can’t help thinking about them as Christmas draws near. There are so many customs enjoyed together that are wrapped…
Good-bye once more, Grandpa
After Nana left us, I often called my grandfather, my last living grandparent, even when we had little to say.…
Remembering them
My grandmother used to tell me how I walked to mass with her in the mornings while living in England.…
To cherish the fall
The trees that usually shed in my corner of the world have begun their fall journey, changing from green to…
Feeling “ripped off”
How my daughter won’t have the same “grandmother” experience that I had and how that is okay My mother…
Everything small
I sat outside with my neighbour today, in our lawn chairs, suitably distanced and enjoying the late afternoon sun.…
