Jack and I had a two hour coffee yesterday at Bell’s books, where we had not met for several years. It’s in a neighbourhood I - with family - visited often, when we lived as a family at 3610 Tenth street, SW. I drove by that location and took a photo of the new house there that has replaced our old bungalow, but the underdrive garage is still there, albeit transformed no doubt.
We lived in that location from 1974 to about 1982 and I think back of it with fond memories. Jack’s family house too has been razed and replaced, which is the lot of many a house in that area, just above Elbow Park and south of Mount Royal.
We lived in that location from 1974 to about 1982 and I think back of it with fond memories.
Last night I spent two hours after supper on my sorting project. I came across a letter from my late sister in law Henske. I had no recall of this letter what so ever, occupied as I was back then with my divorce from Ina and had to clean out our family home to make it market ready.
What was a little eerie about reading this letter now, was that Henske took her own life a little over two years after the letter‘s date of June 1 1994. I am discovering that when some one close to you takes his or her own life, it is difficult to achieve the peace of closure about a life so ended. It is a bit as if I still grieve about this happening, possibly implying the wish that I might have had the power to prevent it. Such events must be accepted, but that does not always come easy or quickly.
This afternoon I’ll make my way to meet up with John for a tea, which has not happened for a few weeks, in part on account of the past cold weather.