Well, it’s been three years (plus a day — I was sick yesterday) since Warren’s passing. I think I’m going to head out to the cemetary today and hang out for a little while, but I don’t really have anything else planned. Scott implied he was going to go to Dad’s favourite restaurant in NZ for a bite. Anyone else doing anything? Terry and Viv?
Well I took leigh out to the ‘Honest lawyer” and sat at the table Warren liked and we had a nice slap up meal and remembered Dad. It was a cool spring day. I’d had a great afternoon flying out at the Brighwater slope site, He’s have enjoyed that!
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You know, Warren pops into my mind an amazing number of times throughout the year, not just around the anniversary of his death. Maybe that’s odd for a sister-in-law, maybe not. First of all, sometimes Terry says or does something that is so “Warren” that I have to comment on it. Lately, when we’ve been working on the cottage sale, I’ve been wishing Warren was around to take everything over and make sure it gets done right.
Since I volunteer so often at a hospice, Warren, and our family experience at Rosedale, comes to mind all the time. It’s amazing how much I learned from Warren’s and our experiences and I hope I pass along the benefits of that learning almost every week.
Little things, too. Sometimes, when I make pickled onions, and I remember how every time I made them when Warren was here he’d ask Joan why she didn’t make them, too. Every time.
I love the way people who have passed on continue to live in our memories.