Again the phrase Your Life is For Rent is drove home again and again and again. Damn. Jack Layton, Resolute Bay, damn. My heart goes out to all of the families, friends, loved ones who are mourning today. We mourn with you.
Our trip to Newfoundland this year once again showed us how precious life is...from listening to the laughter shared by Jacob, my three adorable nephews and my parents to watching Jacob go down to the shed with Pop and measure his height to seeing Jason smile at his grandmother and me sitting down at Maria's wedding with my aunts and uncles having a drink and talking about old times. Reconnecting to those who love us is an annual ritual of ours that we have not taken for granted. Playing cards in Millertown with my aunts, surrounded by the Lanes, including the puppies, is a gift. Playing cards with Fred and Brenda, before Jacob got sick, another gift. Watching Jacob play with their new puppy - a gift. Having a meal at Gros Morne with Marie and her friend, spending an afternoon with Paula, one of my nearest and dearest friends, as she cut and coloured my hair (Thank you!), eating Audrey's muffins, having a laugh with Dena and Bill, watching Jacob have a laugh with Aaron, watching Jason enjoy crabs legs at Ida's and Cater's, sitting with Roland as got his chemotherapy treatment - all a gift. Newfoundland brings me back to my soul, every time.
Attending the Cullen double retirement in Gananoque after we got back from NF (I didn't know it was a double until John let it out of the bag!) and spending an evening with the Cullens, the Osmonds and meeting new friends was a night of pure joy. The authentic sharing of love and respect in that room that night was painfully noticed by me. Why do people act fake? Why are people not themselves 24/7? I do not know how to live any other way and I am grateful. The food, drinks and laughs never stopped until we went to bed that night. Thank you John and Dodi for including us, we miss you.
