My Katie š I still look for you my sweet girl, In all your favourite sleeping places, I see a shadow and I think it might be you, I think I hear you ringing your bells Or scratching on the door, I can still feel the softness of your fur, Your doggie scent still surrounds me, ..
Author: janetvf
All through the caregiving years, we were still making memories although I did not realize then, how precious our caregiving memories would become. Every life stage matters. Even though your parent or loved one cannot do everything they once did, there is still a beautiful bond, and time spent together is precious , whether it..
Christmas day some years ago, we had just finished our turkey dinner when the power went out. We were a small group that yearā¦..only my elderly parents, sister, my husband and I. We sat in the living room, candles lit, and decided to tell about Christmases past. My sister and I shared stories of visiting the Eatonās Santa in the ā50s..
I was deeply saddened and moved by the recent death of our gracious and dignified Queen Elizabeth II . I was surprised by my own emotion. For many of us, she is the only monarch we have ever known . She was born the same year as my own mom and my mom always reminded..
It is said that āthose we love donāt go away, they walk beside us every day ā . I heard those lovely comforting words on many occasions, and yet the depth of those words and the truth of the words is more evident to me now, when some years have passed since the loss of..
My Dad had been in hospital for twenty-two days in 2014 and during that dark time he was gravely ill with sepsis. I thought I would lose him during that particular time and I was not ready . This was one of many hospital stays that my father had during the last two years of..
Itās September . It is apple picking time and the scent of apple sauce cooking on the stove brings back a flood of memories of my parentsā little backyard orchard! The trees were planted when my dadās retirement years began. It was a new hobby for him and he kept meticulous records about each tree..
Summer traditions live on through the generations. One such tradition was the old carousel at Port Dalhousie on Lake Ontario in St. Catharines. There was once an amusement park there in the 1950s and our family went every summer , enjoying the beach, the airplane ride, the ācaterpillarā, bumper cars and of course , the..
There they are, looking at me, while I work in the garden. They are āthe three elvesā looking somewhat bedraggled now as they work away in my garden , with their worn out tools. They have been a part of the family for over thirty years now, but I cannot let myself part with them…
Today was Christmas and Easter rolled into oneĀ ! Today I felt like dancing, like no one was watching ! Today, while others were disappointed about cancelled Easter plans and yet another lockdown, and whileĀ Ā thousands of nurses and doctors were preparing to work more long days over a long weekend,Ā Ā I had a spring in my step..