Los Angeles
We headed to LA just after Christmas and returned last night. We were visiting my brother and his family.
A little help from his friends
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.
An update
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.
A few days away
I took Angus to Punta Cana, in the Dominican Republic. Beautiful weather, lovely resort, great adventures… and a needed break away from home.
How things are
Some photos…
Owen’s funeral
No commentary yet. Below is the piece I wrote for Owen’s funeral, which was read aloud by our dear friend, Jen Weiser.
farewell, sweet owen
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.
My one bad dream
I have had only one nightmare about Owen, ever. It creeps into my waking mind occasionally and really freaks me out. It’s a winter night – dark, cold and snowy. Owen is missing.
Based on a true story
Jennifer, Angus and Owen are waiting at a stoplight, on their way to ‘the big corner’ – the bustling retail intersection close to their house.
Birthday Cake
A visual tribute to Owen’s 12th birthday (which was in August), and the inimitable Jamie, who tirelessly dreams up enjoyable and interesting things for them to do.
Summer Vacation
Vacationing with Owen is usually work. A lot of work. Even in my previous life, when we were a more traditional mom-and-dad family, I found it was just like being at home, but worse.
Words are cheap
It’s a little-known secret that I’m a hobbyist painter. I crank out an acrylic painting (on canvas) about twice a year or so. I started about three years ago and have maybe 10 floating around my house.
Right is not always good
Something’s been bugging me about that recent visit with the neurology team at Toronto Western. Bugging me enough that I have spent some time reflecting on exactly what it was.
Underwhelmed for once
We had our appointment yesterday to discuss deep brain stimulation with the neurologists at Toronto Western Hospital. DBS is the latest thing in the world of neurosurgery – an implant that can control impulses from certain areas of the brain.
Shout out to my sistah
I tend to blog in a fairly isolated way – I think stuff and then I write it down. Many of my fellow bloggers (who actually bother to read this blog – thank you!) are far more engaged than I am.
Revelations
My grandmother died recently. I met her once or twice when I was a young girl, but only knew her through photos and rare stories through my parents.
