From the time I started this blog, back in September 2017, my most supportive readers have been my mom and dad. Each post has been greeted with enthusiasm and generated a “can’t wait till the next one” response. Their encouragement has meant a lot to me. It’s a terrific feeling when your parents tell you they’re proud of you.
When you live someplace great, you want to share it with friends and family. My mom lives in Montreal and hates flying, so I know she won’t be coming out for a visit anytime soon. But I hoped my dad would make the trip out here one day, and I had plans for a grand tour—to see those roof-dwelling goats in Coombs, stroll the scenic parks in Nanaimo, and make a pilgrimage to that fabulous bakery in Ladysmith; my description of their cinnamon buns had my dad ready to hop on a plane.
But the tour is never going to happen. My dear dad passed away in early April, after a battle with cancer.
My dad once wrote that “grieving is the bandage we keep until the healing is complete.” As I grieve for my dad, I feel extremely fortunate to be living on Vancouver Island. There’s a tranquility here that I’ve never found anywhere else. It’s helping with the healing, and it’s why I’ll continue to write about this beautiful island.
I recently found a photo of my dad sitting in a field of purple wildflowers. I’d never seen it before, and I don’t know where or when the picture was taken. That doesn’t matter. What’s wonderful about the picture is the expression on my dad’s face, one of pure bliss.
I will treasure this photo always, a picture of a man at peace.
sending my condolences during your time of grieving Linda,
all my love,
Thank you, Lindsay.
i love what your dad wrote! and it’s so true. i’m sorry he’ll never get to have those cinnamon buns….
When I visited my dad and we went grocery shopping, the first stop was always the bakery section. My dad had his priorities straight. : )
Thanks for sharing your lovely tribute.
Thanks. He was a great guy and a great dad.