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 was a panelist at a symposium yesterday at The Hospital for Sick Children, in Toronto. I was very much looking forward to participating as it merged two significant areas of my life: social media and patient advocacy.
The process of writing the book has taken an emotional toll. And you might think this reaction is odd, but: I’m surprised.
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 died on October 24. A Sunday morning. 6 months exactly to Easter Sunday.
The day after Owen’s death, before Angus returned to school, Ms. M gathered the children and told them that their beloved classmate Angus had experienced a tremendous loss.
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.
My dear faithful readers, Owen passed away Sunday morning. Sometime around dawn, in his own bed at his dad’s, in his sleep. I am so heartbroken no words can express.