Thursday, October 25, 2007

l year anniversary

A very very special Day

Good Morning to my family and friends.

One year ago today, many of us remember as a devasting day which had to come.

Our special man, to many of us full of love, kindness and respect for all of us entered into a new journey.

His smile, his eyes, self determination towards his job - always working with pride in his work, his joking manner in which he dealt with many life challenges using his gift of humor -he did enjoy making us laugh. Being dependable we always knew he was there to help with any of us -- all we had to do was ask - no complaints. So very special indeed.


Bravery, courage and love, he taught us all so much - and continues to do so.

One year, it is hard to believe. Oh yes there have been days that were longer than ever. Moments that flood into mind with power that leaves one with a true sense of mixed emotion. But a smile comes quickly knowing that David is at peace. He is
well. He is happy. He is always with us. I feel his hand within my hand many times. I feel his eyes looking through mine as I gaze across the ocean here in Nova Scotia.

I awoke at 5 a.m. this morning. No alarm needed I awoke peacefully. The exact time which David crossed over.
Peace overcame me and I spoke to him.
His love continues to us all. We are so blessed.

I wanted to share this day with all of you. No matter where you are, we are close in thought today as we remember David.
I Love You, He loves You,
Continue with your journey of life and remember to be content. So simple many things are around us, it is to take the time to even realize that they are there. Enjoy and remember the good days.

Love to you all. You are special to me.
Joni

I wanted to share this special day with you all. I am thinking of you no matter where you are and I know that you will take a special moment today to think of your father, son, brother, brother-in-law,uncle,best friend no matter the title he IS Thinking
of you.

Saturday, July 7, 2007

My Dad


I wrote something on a piece of paper when my father was in a coma in October 2006; "This is the best man I have ever known, and if you needed a father he would be that for you too."

This man was someone I am fortunate enough have had spent time with. Time that was not so full of talking about me or my life as much as spent living. This man was a constant symbol of what a human being is capable of. A complaint was rarely issued from his lips. A master of his own self. An inspiration to me and everyone he came in contact with. There were things he conveyed in his gaze, manner and body language that transcended conversation. One simply knew that this was a great man, and if you ever told him that he would laugh and say it must be something you ate.

Special enough to call my friend. Happy to acknowledge as my adviser. Calm enough to be my rock. Strong enough to be my protection. Capable enough to do the impossible. Funny enough to change the room. Caring enough to help a stranger. Loving enough to let it all in. So much he was, makes it hard to forget him, although he never would have taken credit for any of it. Content to let others shine in his place, elated to see people learn and grow. His presence in other peoples lives is something I am still learning about. He would say he was no better than anyone else, but he certainly was the best man I've ever met.

Maybe people just say that he was a good man because he is now seemingly left us here without him and its just the right thing to say. Maybe they say things just to make it easier or somehow softer a blow. Maybe everything I hear from others is the only way to know that he lives on through us all.

My father would ask me all the time "What do you know for sure?". What I know for sure is that every person I have ever talked to about him, that knew him, somehow also knows that he was a good man...For Sure.
The world misses him like a dying plant yearns for drink, but simply the memory of him can sustain us all like a current cascading downstream so powerful even the rocks are left soaking.