New Year, More Dreams

When I started this blog, 7 months ago, my dad had just died. Even when death is imminent, the loss of a parent is life-changing. Feelings of loss seem to arise at unexpected moments.  I even miss the time that I spent visiting the hospital and my involvement in the world of the Extended Care Unit. Before my dad became a resident of ECU, I had never really seen the frail elderly who are just like you and me except that they are older.

There is a tendency in our society to close our eyes to ageing and the aged. When I used to walk down the corridor to my dad's room, I passed a lady who was always reading. To my mum, I referred to her as "The Reading Lady." Last year, at the Harvest Lunch, the Lady said a prayer and she was an extremely articulate woman. In twenty years, my friends and I may be residents of ECU, some of us frail in body, some of us suffering from cognitive impairment. But we will still be us!

At the end of September, I will be leaving the West Coast to experience Fall in New England. I will travel to Québec where I spent a summer in 1969 with a family who spoke only French and who were an influence on my life in French. We had great fun at their chalet on Lake Magog near Sherbrooke. In Québec City, I shall board a ship to explore the Maritime provinces, New England, down to the Panama Canal ending up in San Diego. I really do not know what to pack!

This summer has been a difficult one for me for a lot of reasons. We all have issues in our lives that are painful to deal with so we simply use activities or pleasures as distractions. I have contacted a counsellor to work with me to deal with my unhealed emotional wounds. The theme for my small discipleship group for September is Reconciliation with a view to addressing the conflicts in our lives that threaten our relationships.

September is probably a too short month to "fix my life" but I am nothing if not persevering.


  1. There is so much to process in the wake of a parent's death, and it's quite likely that your time out of the country let you put some of that on hold.
    September, especially for a retired teacher, always offers new possibilities for learning and growth, and I expect you'll find a counsellor of much help moving forward -- and how serendipitous that you will then have all that travelling time both to sort through what you learn in counselling and simply to bring you new joys and fresh outlooks.

  2. Bonjour ou bien, bonsoir, Madame Là-Bas! Je suis contente de faire votre connaissance ce soir! I also understand what you are saying about losing a parent or parents as an adult. Twenty-six years ago, I lost both parents within 2 weeks of each other, and it changed my life. I was only 29, but something died inside of me and has never resurrected. What happened was it shaped my life, like any other circumstance. It was hard, and you never forget them. Moving forward is the only thing we can do to carry on the legacy of our loved ones. LEARNING, as I see you continue to do as an educator (La Sorbonne!!!) is the only way to live fully. I wish you much joy in your adventures, and please come again!



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