It’s part of the deal. Pets don’t live long enough and we know that going in. Adopting a senior cat likely meant even less time and maybe that’s why most people don’t want to do it. You know it in your head but no one tells your heart.
If life is teaching me anything, it’s to be grateful for who you have while you have them. My in-laws are a pretty wonderful bunch. Derek is the eldest of six and they’re all different but they’re also similar. Siblings are like that. I mean, I only have one, so what did I know?
My brother doesn’t like to get stuff for his birthday. I’ll see something or another I think he would like but I know better than to buy it.
The highlights of the holidays come down to creating happiness for those around you. Don’t you find that your heart fills up when there’s laughter and the clinking of forks on plates?
2017 has nothing to apologize for. It’s not the year’s fault that we lost my father in it. That blame goes to Parkinson’s Disease which robbed us of him even before it took his life. This is our first Christmas without Dad.
I arrived late to this party and in case you did too, let me tell you about The Five Love Languages by Gary Chapman. You don’t have to buy the 1995 book to learn the lessons.
Confession: I’ve watched this video several times and it’s always been on mute. I don’t really care about the song. Macklemore isn’t my thing. A 34-year-old rapper doesn’t want to be my thing. But what he is, is a caring, sweetheart of a guy who loves his Grandma.
My maternal grandfather, who died when my Mom was ten years old, relied on rations during the Second World War. We recently found a ration coupon booklet with many of the little tickets still intact.
My chiropractor is simply wonderful. She’s thoughtful and smart. She’s the woman who fixed my neck within seconds of our first meeting, after I endured two years of migraines and trying out all sorts of experts who couldn’t do it. I will always be grateful. Like me, she lost her Dad recently, so she knows …
Whenever I thought about having a child, a rare occurrence, I always imagined I’d have a son. His name would be Brandon and he would play sports if he wanted to or be a geek if he wanted to or be gay or straight or blond or have dark, curly hair. None of that stuff …
The Easter Bunny, in all its glory!
Oh, the treasures I’ve found while going through my grandparents’ stuff that was tucked away for more than three decades. They kept every wedding invitation they ever received, letters from the 1920s and 30s and so much more that must have seemed important at the time. But there were a couple of photos that had …
Today is a day off for most. Even most radio stations, which are federally regulated, are observing the provincial holiday. Mine is not and I drew the short straw so I’ll host the morning show alone today. That’s okay. It all eventually evens out in the end.
There’s no denying that I love opening presents. Hubby is always so thoughtful and he knows that I don’t need buckets of diamonds to make me smile. But he also knows that my favourite gift is time. The stuff we do together is more important than any “thing”.
This Throwback Thursday was originally posted on October 29, 2013. The email subject line read “Damn you!”
Parkinson’s has robbed my Dad of many things. He shuffles when he walks and sometimes loses his balance so he has to be watched carefully when he moves. His arms don’t always do what he tells them. He looks smaller than he used to. He’s fragile.
This week, Derek’s beloved Auntie Barb died just four months shy of her 96th birthday. She was Derek’s Dad’s older sister who worked for 40 years at BMO and looked after her Mother, Derek’s Gram. She lived as a single lady, although she had many friends and suitors.
