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| Dad, ca. 1955 - gifted by my cousin, Susan. |
Thirty years ago today, we said good-bye to Dad. I can still remember the cold, clear April night under which we left the hospital and made our way home to make the dreaded phone calls and the start of funeral arrangements. To this day each late March, I still feel the tiredness and weariness in my bones of those two weeks we spent at his bedside, waiting the inevitable. The evening of 3 April 1992 changed us all - the point of with and without Dad in our lives.
While it's a sad day, I take comfort in the memories of family, laughter, and his stories. His recollections of growing up in New Westminster, West Vancouver, and Penticton fuelled my desire to learn more about our family, our history and his life. For me, it has provided a new passion for discovery and connection with family.
Today and everyday, we remember him. We see him in ourselves, our children, and hear him in the silences between our conversations and thoughts. Thanks, Dad, for the memories. Love you always.
Karen
