“Grief never ends. It is the price of love.”
All in Personal
Squix was one quirky dog
a big, gentle, quirky dog who never had any use for dog toys or his master’s commands.
Shauna Matheson - another year comes and goes
“Grief never ends. But it changes. It’s a passage, not a place to stay. It is not a sign of weakness, nor a lack of faith. It is the price of love.”
For we Leafs fans, the same 'ole story. So why do we hang in?
Look at that photograph from our old family album. That’s how long I have been a Leafs fan. That’s a black and white photo from 1965. That’s my brother beside me, smiling because he never had an interest in sports so was able to avoid all these years of end-of-season heartbreaks.
Those Damn Lilacs
The lilacs off the corner of our deck this month came into full bloom, as they do every year. I love them. And I hate them. And for the same reason.
Are we living too comfortably for our own good? For most of us - Yes.
Reading it left me with an understanding of the trade-offs most of us don’t realize we are making for the comforts we enjoy. And how there is much to be gained, both personally and as a society, in stretching beyond those comforts, and embracing adversity and discomfort.
A day of Remembrance, Reflection, and Renewed Commitment to Vigilance
it’s reason to be more thankful than ever to be Canadian, but it’s also a reminder of how we can’t take the democracy they fought for, for granted, because it is fragile. It’s a wake-up call to be ever vigilant and all the more committed to holding onto it. Those who sacrificed deserve nothing less
Shauna Matheson - marking another anniversary of her passing
I read somewhere “Grief is a journey that never completely ends. The scenery changes, and the terrain becomes easier, but there is no point of arrival.” But that’s okay. We’re good with that.
Shauna Matheson - Reflections on an anniversary
Each year on this date, we publish an in memoriam for our daughter Shauna. Today is the 23rd time we have done this, as it was 23 years ago today that, at the age of 14, coming home from a movie with friends, she was hit by a car and died. This is part of our effort to keep her memory alive.
RIP my good friend
In this life, if you are lucky you meet a few people who are truly special. People who give your life joy and meaning. And more than that add generous doses of fun and foolishness, and so much more, but you know where I am going.
Shauna Matheson, February 13, 1983 – June 7, 1997
The night Shauna died, Janet and I decided whatever parts of her body could be donated to help others, then by all means, yes. We knew deep in our collective soul that would have been her wish. Her injuries were so severe though, that all that could be taken were her corneas. But as a result, two people out in western Canada received the gift of sight.
I've been scammed - a cautionary tale for others
Always thought I was smarter than the average bear, but now I have joined the ranks of those who have fallen for a computer scam.