...::|:|: eight long years 15/10/2005
It was eight years ago today that I drove to work right past the room he died in, unaware his death was imminent, intent on getting through my day, leaving visiting for later. I remember thinking to myself 'He'll hang on a little longer', in that arrogant self-assured way I suppose I learned from him. The last time I had seen him alive was actually the night before, and the last time he had been able to speak to me was 2 or 3 days before that.
And it all slipped away in the blink of an eye. I will never forget the sound of my brother Noel's voice on the phone and by 9:30 I was back in the hospital. By 5:00 pm I had come home from the funeral parlor. I played 'Danny Boy' on the piano.
I have not played it since.
This is a picture of the cottage he, and his family with him, loved so very much. (thanks Liz). I like to think that his spirit lives here and not in the dirt back in Calgary.