Category: Death of my Dad

I thought we were in the clear. My business partner’s Dad died (lung cancer) yesterday morning. That was the cycle of three, three Dad’s gone in the past year…or so I thought.

It’s been a month since Dad died. I still can’t utter the words without welling up a bit even though it feels like a bad dream and not part of my everyday reality.

Well, one to add to my list – but it’s a short list. So far there are only two that spring readily to mind worthy of being my ‘theme. The first is an oldie, Gloria Gaynor’s I Will Survive. The second is from the movie Footloose, Holding out for a Hero. My new addition started poking into my consciousness during my “OMG will I make it in time” flight home last month. Just two lines from Jewel’s, Hands.

I used this phrase just after Dad died to update my Facebook status. It read something like’ we’re adjusting to find our new normal’. I’m amazed at the response it’s received.

Dear Air Canada, Why even bother to pretend you have a compassionate rate?

It’s been quite the week and despite the death of my father, it hasn’t been all bad.

The most amazing man in my world died this week.

My youngest brother, Scott, was waiting for me at the airport. I’d asked him not to come inside the airport. I didn’t want to burst into tears when I saw him.

The flight across the country was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Even harder than giving the eulogy at his funeral.