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… Continue Reading
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… Continue Reading
My son had died two days before. The autopsy had only just been completed and we hadn’t yet sorted out funeral details. Continue Reading
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. Continue Reading
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. Continue Reading
Owen died on October 24. A Sunday morning. 6 months exactly to Easter Sunday. Continue Reading
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? Continue Reading
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. Continue Reading
Some photos… Continue Reading
No commentary yet. Below is the piece I wrote for Owen’s funeral, which was read aloud by our dear friend, Jen Weiser. Continue Reading
