Owen would occasionally cry so deeply that if you were to witness him in those moments it would shatter your heart. It would start small, imperceptible to those who are unfamiliar–but once it began, there was no stopping it. Many… Continue Reading
Michael found some video footage – a compilation of moments I had shot as a gift for his birthday, a year after Owen was born. Most of it included me narrating a rather boring and silly monologue as I roamed… Continue Reading
I just uncovered this video yesterday. Owen attended the Spiral Garden summer camp at Holland Bloorview. Continue Reading
I sometimes experience waves of shock – surprising moments of sadness that roll through me like a sudden thunderstorm, sometimes lasting minutes, sometimes lasting days. Like the first anniversary of Owen’s death when I couldn’t breathe for two weeks. Continue Reading
Angus went trick-or-treating with some friends. Had a fantastic time, in a neighbourhood that goes all out with decorations. He had deliberated about his costume for weeks: a T1000 (you know. . . the liquid guy in Terminator 2); a hippie; some kind of spy. 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
We’re in London UK and sadly, leave tomorrow… What a fantastic city this is! We did everything and yet barely scratched the surface. Continue Reading
Owen’s 13th birthday is in 2 weeks, on August 18. We’ll be in London UK at the time for a 10-day vacation. We’ve decided to go up in the London Eye that day because Owen would have loved it. 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
“What do you think Owen wants?” What does he want? That’s easy. I know what he wants. He wants to eat like a normal kid and I’m sure he would NOT want that tube thing stuck inside of him! Continue Reading
