As you may know from my most recent post, my family and I have been grieving our mother and preparing for the death of my father, who’s in palliative care [as of this writing; he has since passed away]. I’ve been paying a lot of attention to how my days are going, and figuring out …
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I began to think about this a few weeks ago as I left a building where I’d spent the day with my mother in palliative care—the day before she died. I’d arrived in a hurry early that morning after one of my sisters called me in. My mother had had a hard night and we needed to make some decisions about dosage for morphine and other drugs, so my other sister and I had rushed to be with our family. I’d parked hastily in the dark, snow-covered visitors’ lot, and hadn’t given another thought to my car all day. Why would I? My mother was dying.
When I got the call that I had been selected as one of the 100ABCWomen (100 Accomplished Black Women in Canada 2018), I was thrilled, to say the least! The time finally came on the weekend of September 15th for me to travel to Toronto and attend the awards gala as well as the book launch. You can order your copy of the book here.
I took this saying to heart this summer and traveled across Canada from coast to coast for a series of federal consultations, taking extra days here and there to enjoy some relaxing moments. I am sharing pictures with you of my forays into the St-John’s Newfoundland area and Yellowknife, Northwest Territories, two locations I have rarely visited and took the time to explore.