Submitted by Lew Pitcher on June 10, 2013 - 21:40
This past weekend, Terry and I spent an emotionally difficult three days at the cottage. Along with the Ingrams and the Lindsays, we said goodbye to my mother and my brother.
Saturday afternoon, we all gathered together to drink a toast to both Bob and Joan, and then trekked over to my cottage to scatter their ashes. Mom and Bob will now, forever, reside beside the clear blue waters of Kimball Lake, on the land they loved so much. They sit at the cottage and on the beach between the Ingrams and the Lindsays.
Submitted by Lew Pitcher on September 20, 2012 - 18:01
It's funny how we measure time. For short intervals, we use a clock, for longer intervals, we use a calendar. But, for life events, we use other things.
When we are very young, we measure in "sleeps"; how many times do we have to go to bed between events.
As we get older, we measure in "birthdays". Each passing year is recorded as an achievement, and our age becomes a badge of honour.
