08-28-26 feels
This morning was predominantly spent at the bank of Montreal trying to cancel mom’s credit card. I ended up with an amazing teller who scanned the death certificate and the Will and took the card and then sat on the phone until she even finally got through so that we could make it happen. Who knew that would be the hardest thing to do.
I stayed at work until 645 when I realized if I didn’t hurry, I was going to miss the pharmacy which closed at seven. I did make it in time to get my prescriptions which was good and then I stopped to drop something off for Roger and Rae and they were just about to sit down to dinner and invited me to stay for an incredible meal that Roger had made of tender little venison steaks and truffle fries and I don’t know what kind of melted cheese and baguettes it was but I was so grateful to have enjoyed it all.
Next step was a meeting at 8 o’clock at fire hall with JCI. I love being involved with them in spite of the fact that they are a club that age is out at 40. Derek, Shane, Kars and I worked through the logistics of the Santa parade. They are a smart group of young men and I enjoy planning things with them and I’m grateful that they see my input as valuable.
While I was walking back to the park, I noticed that the new fence and lighting is coming along around the Cenotaph. It is beautiful and doesn’t look like it will be too distracting to events in the park.
Today has been strange as I consider all the losses in my personal life of late, including Mrs. B, Mom, auntie Pat, her son, Don, and my friend Marie from Shearwater.
Add on top of that the greater losses in the world of people that I admired very much or brought joy to my life, including Dolly Parton, Tim Curry, and Peter Cullen, the voice of Optimus prime and my oh so favourite Eyore.
One can end up, swallowed by grief, but I find myself sometimes very edgy, sometimes emotional at the silliest things but mostly just grateful that I have had the experience of all of them in my lifetime.
One of the greatest conversations I had today was with Brian Clarkson, who was so gentle and kind and apologized for not knowing about me losing my mom and he asked after my daughter Ashlée and Bill who he calls Willie and he would be very grateful to come and take photos at mom‘s gathering and all he asked was that we make a donation to the Kimberly Cranbrook hospice society. That is right in line with all of my values and I was very happy and grateful for his gesture 
I love the small town connections that I have managed to gain in this city in the decade that I have been here
triumphgal 