The 2nd anniversary of Owen’s death was last Wednesday, Oct 24. Angus and I took the day off, and decided to go to the Toronto Zoo. Both boys loved going – we used to live about 10 minutes away and had annual passes. Sometimes we would just pop in for an hour to wander through … Read more
I am reading with horror about the support of mercy killings of disabled children by their parents, a discussion recently renewed by blogging friends because of a documentary titled “Taking Mercy”, which aired on Global TV last month. I will pull no punches in my condemnation of the dangerously simplified, lazy and sentimental argument that … Read more
My son had died two days before. The autopsy had only just been completed and we hadn’t yet sorted out funeral details.
Protector of free speech, outraged critic of injustice and defender of Bubbies everywhere. Angus is his champion, his pal, his biggest fan. More than this. He is his brother.
Owen’s ashes are still at Michael’s. This was supposed to be temporary – a holding place until we could make arrangements for a scattering, or a burial or a place at the mausoleum.
Owen died on October 24. A Sunday morning. 6 months exactly to Easter Sunday.
I saw his name on the phone display and wondered why he would be calling me at, what… 8:30? 9am? On a Sunday morning?
Thank you to everyone who has reached out to us in the last few weeks. I can find it hard to connect with others (especially in this forum) during such a deeply personal, inward time but I have certainly felt the love and compassion of those who have offered their kind wishes and support.
Some photos…
No commentary yet. Below is the piece I wrote for Owen’s funeral, which was read aloud by our dear friend, Jen Weiser.