09-28-22 Rest In Peace Dear Ryon
Today felt… complicated. I went to work. I got the text, I felt the feels. Ryon Guedes was my son-in-laws father. He was also my friend. His mind gave out… he was a prestigious editor at the Province Newspaper, a brilliant mind. I was honoured to know him, now he is gone. On the day of his daughter, Margot’s 42 year, he exited this life with her and Roger and his wife, Judy, by his side. To hear tell, it was peaceful and lovely. It is too soon for these remaining two of three of his children to experience this loss. I was 41 when I lost my dad, I feel their pain but I also know that they lost their dad years ago to dementia and Alzheimer’s
I was so veklempt that I barely noticed it was lunch time so I raced home and made one of my Hello Fresh meals and brought it to share with Cindy. I then buckled down on two files so I would concentrate and not have to experience the grief and care I have for Roger and Margot. I came home for a small respite and then headed to Key City.
Piq Siq (Pilk silk) were the main attraction and a First Nations art exhibit. I was surveying the lobby when I saw a couple that I should know but not from here. When they came to my bar I said I recognized them, were they musicians, and as it happened they were Court and Ali the bird and bear from Amazing Race Canada! I admit to being fan girl but remained calm and cool. As i had been on a reality show before, we had a great conversation about Producers, and editing. They were happy to take a selfie with me and I was thrilled to be there in spite of my grief.
I left after being overwhelmed with goosebumps listening to Piq Siq. I bought their CD and a mask. I hope to have opportunity to see them agin.
Next stop was to pick up Scotch and head to see Roger and Margot. They were just heading down to the Firehall as I pulled up so I parked and walked down with them. After a nice visit, we walked back up to the house, cracked the scotch (delicious) and Roger, Margot and I played RummyCube. When their brother died, we all gathered around my friend Jackie’s table and played games. It seems to be our go to.
I feel sorry for them, remembering how it felt to be only 41 when my Dad died. It is a time for transition, when kids and parents need each other and communicate differently. They have lost that opportunity but are surrounded by love so that is a bonus.
It was funny tonight when a photographer in the venue leaned over the counter to say hi. there was awkward conversation until I said, Oh, you think I am Ashlée! He was stunned to find out I was her Mom. It truly doesn’t have much to do with our age but rather the focal points people recognize in us. I find it interesting, but to be fair I am being mistaken for my 35 year old daughter, not such a bad thing.
triumphgal 