Young and old gathered on the sidewalks of Lakeshore Blvd. in Oakville. A constant flow of marching bands, clowns, dancers, celebrities, cartoon characters and old men from the Rotary and Shriner’s clubs reliving their childhood while riding mini motorcycles, all led up to the reason for our attendance and anticipation. Whether fact or fiction, the cherry Ho! Ho! Ho! proclaimed loud and clear from the elf of the North Pole brought smiles to all of our faces eliminating the chilling effect of us being tightly wrapped in nature’s bitter cold. I

My Mom’s 85th birthday will be celebrated in a few weeks. Our time with her now become hours of reflection of years past. During a recent visit, I remember her recalling times during Wold War 2, when she, her sister Gwen and her Mom (Flora) and Dad (Samuel) upon the hearing of the war siren, would quickly go the damp and cold unfinished basement and stay there until it was considered safe to leave. They were required to have all of the lights in the house turned off to make it more difficult for enemy aircraft to identify their location.

Ten years ago my five brothers organized a moose hunting trip to Newfoundland, the place of our birth and early childhood. Fourteen of my fifty-seven years were spent living in Corner Brook but unlike many “down homers” I never learned the skills of hunting, fishing, and trapping. While I love the outdoors, my youth was spent snowmobiling. skating, sledding and skiing.  Since 2005, many other hunting trips, mostly for deer, were taken by my brothers with me absent.

I had just finished my appointment at Total Image with my hairdresser, Julie. I walked down the stairs at Oakville Place Mall and then through the Sears department store on my way to the car parking lot. In the hall to my right was a bin with the 2014 Sears Wish Books neatly stacked. It was August, but the Christmas fantasy had already begun. I quickly grabbed one, hoping I did not have to pay for it, and rushed home. I was anxious to scan through the Wish Book and discover my childhood all over again.

A person’s greatest reward but also greatest punishment is what h/she may leave behind!

Each year my nephew Andrew and his wife Amy with their two kids, set aside at least one week to enjoy our cottage in the summer. This year was no different. Except, they respectfully asked if we were open to having friends join them. Of course that is what makes cottaging so much fun. The more the merrier! So their friends and three kids were included. Several days later, Andrew called seeking permission for two more attendees, over and above the nine already confirmed.

I was just ending two wonderful weeks at the cottage. The weather during the week had been excellent for completing the required annual repairs and maintenance. And on weekends, the weather was even better, perfect for boating, kayaking, swimming and fishing.  It was now Friday. But with much nervous anticipation, I finally received an email from my Doctor’s assistant, Judy. It was definitely good news. But after receiving her message I was confused as to why I was suddenly becoming uncharacteristically discouraged.

On July 18th, 2014 my staff honoured me with a farewell luncheon. We spent 3 hours eating, drinking, laughing, telling stories, remembering unique experiences and expressing the impact we have all made on each others’ lives. After 7 very rewarding years as their President & CEO, the time had arrived for me to say good bye.

We sat waiting for the few remaining tardy guests to be seated so the wedding ceremony could begin. It was my nephew Matthew’s and his fiancé Kayla’s wedding day. In the stillness of the moment I decided to check my smartphone for email and text messages. One had arrived. It was from a friend who advised that her father had just passed from this life into another. While he lived a long a full life, regardless it was sad news.