It’s January 4th. After my parents retired, my Dad kept a daily diary, usually of the few things that made up their day, a visit with Mom’s sisters, or a duty at the corps, or a trip to see us – or other family members. They had rented a lovely condo in St. Catharine’s, Ontario…
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Dad at 95
We were away when Dad’s birth date when zooming by. I was walking along the street in downtown Calgary, the city I was born in, thinking about Dad at 95. What would that have been like. A compassionate man who loved his family deeply I think would have been more compassionate, more loving. That’s my…
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