Last week I tried to "encourage" my family to post to this blog. I sent them all TERRIBLE pictures of themselves and threatened to post them here if they didn't post their own. Although they all responded soon enough to my threat, nobody has updated this blog yet. To be fair, this sort of thing is easier for me to do so I'll give a general update on the family. I won't post those nasty pictures just yet, because I'm sure there are some of me floating around and I don't want to start a war. You may remember there are 6 kids, in order of age: Mark, Colleen, Paul, David, Kathleen & Kevin. Hearing it listed like that reminds me of being called for dinner. :) Mom and Dad (Maureen and Al) are both in good health and living in that big house you remember in Ancaster. The house and property itself would look very different to many of you as my Dad's projects have really transformed the place. There are no more big willow trees (and no more treehouse!) :( ...
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Loretto
I am so sorry for you, what a tremendous loss! Please know our thoughts and prayers are with you! We lost our mom Decembewr 28that...is a bad time of year! ove you guys and know we are with you in these hard times!
Love Wayne, Colleen and boys!
My prayers are for you, Ann and your family, Kevin. Suruj sounded like an incredible person.
It's great that all the family was together. It is a reminder that the persons life truly is a gift, and helps ease the passing.
I remember all of the funerals that I've been to in our family, and because of all you guys, I couldn't stop laughing. Aunt Colleen's in particular. I hadn't seen Pat in a few months, and saw him the moment I entered the funeral parlour. When I hugged Pat, I thought I was going to lose it, but then he said to me..."You see Mom's hair?"
I said, "Yeah"
Pat "It looks good, doesn't it?"
Me looking up from eyes about to swell, "Yeah, Pat, it really looks nice."
Pat: "Well we should have been taking her here all along".
That's pretty much how the funerals go in our family. I remember when Aunt Mary died, and the wake was out of Aunt Margaret's house, David, Pat and I, couldn't stop joking and got kicked out by my mom.