There’s a diner near us that we go to every now and then. At least, we used to before the pandemic. Dave, the waiter, would always greet us. He would would joke with us. Tease us. And chat with us. Occasionally, we’d bump into him outside of the restaurant, too. We liked Dave. Today, we…
It was the first day of classes in Grade Four and Mrs. Korb asked John Hazel and me to stand up. She wanted us to be “buddies” with the new kid, George Snider. I turned and looked over to the red-faced kid with the bowl hair cut and big teeth. To be fair, he looked…
Last Friday, I stayed after work an extra 45 minutes. I was chatting with my friend, Mike, and the conversation was on a roll. It was one of those conversations that are usually fuelled by alcohol, although this one was not. We talked about life, friends, family, mortality and things we wanted to do “one…
What is the time frame to get over the loss of someone you love? Is there a point where you say it doesn’t hurt anymore? My brother passed away 27 years ago; he was only 22 years old. I often think of the life he missed out living; so many things he never got to…
My previous blog entry was all about how great 2011 was. A couple of hours after posting that blog, I found out my father had suffered a massive heart attack and got ready to go Montreal and visit him in the hospital. Three days later, we were planning his funeral. Here’s his obituary notice: GRUNER,…
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