and, in a whisper, he was gone

I lost someone today. We were not close on a day to day basis...but we were cousins...we were family. And he was young. With a wife and with daughters. And with much life ahead of him. And he is gone...and it is hard to know what to do with that...


coda...his dog

He is the first person I have lost where I can not make some kind of sense of it...he was not elderly, a person who had lived their life...he should not have had his time cut short. And, at this point, I struggle to wrap my mind around it...



He is the first person to make me really feel the difference between losing pets and losing people, because as much as have I felt and do acknowlege the pain of losing pets, this is a different grief. I miss knowing that he is on this earth and I know that what I feel is only a fragment of what his wife and children and parents must be feeling...because he left far too soon. And as long as I am in this world, I will never understand why the universe felt that he had to go.



his daughter and coda

So here's to vintage sportscars and 21 year-old scotch and to our dogs (coda) and fresh sushi and to family and to the simple joys that can be found in this world...here's to some of the things that I know he loved. And here's to the next adventure....you will be missed and you will always be loved, Gord.

constants and change

I think one of the best parts of life is change....is our ability to evolve. Even as a small child, I loved change. We moved a few times around the country in my early years...and my mother has often told me how I excited I was each time....it was something new, a chance to re-invent myself.





Over the last couple months, I feel like my life has gotten away from me a little bit. I want to fix that...and it will require change. More to come on that....I will say for now that the only way to embrace change, to thrive on it, is to continue to have constants in life...and for me that will always be Sophie...and that will always be Elora.