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Year Two


It's been two years since Mom left us so suddenly.

I got more time with her than a lot of people do with theirs. She wasn't perfect, but she loved us.

I still wish I never had to join this "club" that no one wants to be a member of. And there's not much to say that I haven't already about the loss. It still hurts and it probably always will.

This year, I decided to search out some of my past Facebook posts related to my mom. They reminded me that Mom could be quite funny at times. Here are some of the gems:


I have no idea what that one related to. I only know that I was living in Ottawa by then.

I don't know if it was mom who came up with us hiding chocolate bunnies at easter time. I suspect so since Dad was often busy between shift work and helping people out.

She knew nothing about computers and didn't want to, but she'd still check that I had what I needed.


OK, I was still pretty into DVDs back in 2013. And I was in roller derby, so getting a copy of Whip It was awesome!


Mom's pronunciation of words could be really sus at times.


She often used the wrong words for things.


Mom also loved to help others. She was a social worker in Toronto before my eldest brother was born. She told me that when I was studying social work. Later, she told me that she knew I wouldn't enjoy that line of work.

I don't know if she ever told my brothers that. Being from the silent generation, mom would often let little things out like that, but only to one of us and only when it was relevant. As a result, there's so much we probably don't know about her.

She fostered some children before I was born, so I have these pseudo siblings I see very rarely, but they kept in touch with her after returning to their families.

And she'd help out other teens when she could. Sometimes all it amounted to was a hot meal and a place to sleep while they figured out what to do about a situation they were in, but it helped.

She was great at finding things while thrifting or yard saling. Somehow, she'd  always remember one of us needed something like a lid for a pot.

She hated having her picture taken, so there aren't a lot with her in them. I guess that makes the ones we do have all the more special.

Anyway, I just wanted to share a little more about the woman who raised me.

The Void

On Losing a Parent

Mother's Day 2022

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