Wow this girl has done some amazing things this year. Much like she coined the phrase “Danger 4” she has has assured me that being 6 will be just a dangerous. Just last night I was swinging her on the rope swing and swung her so fast that she flew off like she was trying to clear the fence in our back yard! To add insult to injury as I tried to catch her in mid flight the swing came back and smoked her in the face. Oh what will the road to seven look like?
Category - People Props
It’s hard to (say it’s sad but true) believe that I may have seen the Tragically Hip Live (between us) for the last time this summer (is killing me).
In an effort to truly appreciate and retain this notion Shan and I bought tickets in both Calgary and Winnipeg. It would be futile to discuss which was the better show because they were both brilliant performances. Everything from the outfits to the playlists. Both performances from the heart and genuine like only Gord and the boys could deliver.
For the Winnipeg show we had some shirts made each with our favorite quotes on them. All 20 or so of us met before the concert at a restaurant and looking around that room at my friends with these shirts on flooded my thoughts with memories of the Hip. Camping with Al, Another Roadside Attractions, looking for Gord with Timmy in the Keystone Centre, Pigeon Camera 20 times at Boston Pizza, that blizzard, the countless concerts with the boys, and skating our hearts out as Three Pistols.
Standing beside Ratte at this one when “Ahead by a Century” came on thinking about how many times I drunk dialed that song for him at concerts when we were apart. In fact I remember when the internet was still a mystery and using Ponch’s 56K modem to download that song when it was brand new so that I could play it back for Ratte over the phone. It took like 9 hours but I stayed up.
On my other side; arm in arm with Shannon swaying back and forth to “Wheat Kings” and singing along. Thoughts of our wedding and how we had to have “Are we Family” as our exit song. Tonight her shirt reads “If a song can’t save us, then nothing can” and tonight I believe that.
Watching Gord, Shan said it felt like she didn’t want to take anymore from him. Like he was giving us what we needed in spite of himself. But I also saw a man doing what he loves to do and in the process saying goodbye to the fans who truly adore him. Imagine being diagnosed with terminal cancer and deciding it was time for one more trip across Canada. It’s pretty amazing really and I’m truly richer for having seen them this summer. When Gord stayed out and waved goodbye to the crowd I felt as if I got to say goodbye too.
Hey can we get a little New Orleans is sinking for Paul Ratte? It’s his birthday!
“You are loved.”
That is what I wish I could have said to you before you left us. Before you were taken from us again. I hope that the love a person gives to others in their own life comes back to them tenfold. That way I can be sure your jar is full, that you’re taken care of. I don’t know anyone who has loved more than you. I hope you know how much your love meant to me.
The time we spent as kids at grandma’s house will be with me forever. I loved nothing more than falling asleep on your living room floor watching “Matt Houston”, “Knot’s Landing” and staying up late enough to see who shot J.R. on “Dallas”. In the morning we made cinnamon buns and drank the weird tasting orange juice you always had in the fridge. In the summer it was Pic-A-Pop and you took us to the pool and “Pete’s” for a special treat. In the winter you tied my skates and warmed me up with kid tea after a full day of hockey on the outside rink. I’m pretty sure I ate your spaghetti 1400 times over countless weekends and each time you seemed more happy to see us. Not just me…but Marcy, Tracy, Kristy, and Jody. But I was always your favorite grandson.
When Mom was sick you were there to take care of us. I remember you walking me to birthday parties and breaking up street hockey games to get me in for dinner.
Once I was old enough I started riding my bike to the Dudley house. Mostly just to get a reaction out of you and chat over tea. Not long after that I was mobile and we could go to lunch, shopping, and take in the odd movie here and there. Erin came into my life and you were like a second grandma for her. I loved seeing you with her.
Every person who came into my life got to meet you. Al especially, he loved that you always him David from “Roseanne”.
If you would have asked me what I wanted to be back when I was a little boy running around eating dandelions and turning off grandpa’s TV I probably would have said “hockey player” or something like that. Instead today I find myself helping kids working as an EA just like you did at Grosvenor School all those years ago. I’m a lot like you and for that I can’t thank you enough.
You always had a special love for Shannon and my girls. Words cannot express how grateful I am that Lexi and Ashlyn got to spend even a short time with you. They love their great granny very much.
You will be missed dearly.
I feel like I have been carrying so much weight these past few months. No, it’s not that Five Guys kind of weight (well that too) it’s life weight. Things revolving around work, money, the kids, my wife, my family, and the future. Lot’s of things that I feel like I can’t control…things that are controlling me. I’m working hard to take some of those things back and it’s really started with being more positive about things and distributing that life weight.
One article I read that really made sense to me was The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck by blogger and author Mark Manson.
In my life, I have given a fuck about many people and many things. I have also not given a fuck about many people and many things. And those fucks I have not given have made all the difference.
The more I read, the more it made sense. As a parent I am constantly doing my best to ensure that my kids give less fucks.
What we don’t realize is that there is a fine art of non-fuck-giving. People aren’t just born not giving a fuck. In fact, we’re born giving way too many fucks. Ever watch a kid cry his eyes out because his hat is the wrong shade of blue? Exactly.
Someone took away your toy? Not what you wanted for dinner? Other kids not sharing? You got called a bad name? It seems from birth we start building or should I say tearing down the emotional intelligence to D.G.A.F.
If you are offended by the word “fuck” you may not enjoy this article. I sure did.
I will miss you. We all will. Best friend ever.
- I will miss the way you look back at me in the morning when it’s time to eat and go out.
- I will miss the way you look at your sisters when they are eating peanut butter toast. I am sorry for calling you “Begas”.
- I will miss the play fights, the butting heads and knowing your hardly biting. Thanks for all the times you have distracted me from playing dolls to get in a little scrap.
- I will miss on our walks to the park, to the school, to the river.
- I will cherish our winter walks on the that river especially the late late ones.
- I will miss watching your bury your head in the snow looking for your ball.
- I will miss the way you chase the kids down the hill on their toboggans. I’m sorry the snow stuck to your feet so much but I will miss watching you try to get it out.
- I will miss shoveling the snow with you (on you).
- I will miss you around our campsites. Sioux Narrows will never be the same without you.
- I will miss swimming with you the most.
- I will miss sneaking and chasing you off the dock, and pushing you off!
- I will miss watching you bob for your wubba in the shallows.
- I will miss sleeping with you on those big pillows.
- I will miss playing frisbee with you. You were amazing, the best. Such a fast learner. I could hardly wait to show people what you could do.
- I will miss kicking that frisbee out of in front of the lawnmower with each pass.
- I will miss you finding every puddle to lie in at the field.
- I will miss the Scooter runs, the bike trips, and the roller blading.
- I will miss tug-o-war and the way you try and use your paws!
- I will miss watching Lexi and Ashlyn hold your leash. Thank you for being so gentle with them.
- I will miss you drinking in the backyard pool while I am filling it up.
- I will miss Al chasing you around the yard.
- I will miss you in Joel’s pool this summer but I am so glad you got to swim there.
- I will miss your excitement when you hear Papa’s car.
- I will miss the weight of your head in my lap when I’m sitting on the floor.
- I will miss spoonsies and the smell of your coat. Not that lake stank smell but your smell.
- I will miss the way you kiss Lexi’s face when she gets home from school and she yells out “YUCK VEGAS LICKED ME” and runs to the bathroom. I will just miss you at the door period. In the window.
- I will miss your gentle nature. The bunnies appreciate your tolerance and sharing of the yard.
- I will miss watching the girls dress you up.
- I will miss watching the girls cuddle you up.
- I will miss listening to you drink water in the night and the rattle of your tin bowls as your try to get off any remaining morsel of food.
- I will miss your nudging in while I read the girls their stories and the way Ash yells at you to get out of her room so she can have all my attention.
- I will miss hearing you flunk down on the floor in between their rooms at night to make sure we are safe in the night. No seahorses!
This one goes out to Scott Sullivan who will join the 40’s this weekend. One of the original 3 Pistols this man is a legend and I am happy to call myself his friend. Happy birthday Sully…
Thanks to Mark Nault for the nomination. I nominate Mike Dickenson, Bryan Gould, and Darryl Porter.
This weekend we got to honor the man who makes Sunday hockey what is has been for the last 22 years of my life. Without him, it doesn’t happen and without him there it isn’t the same. We have become best of friends over the years and it was a pleasure to be a part of this. Love ya buddy. Big thanks to Gavin and all the guys who were eager to contribute. It’s great to have friends like this.
Always classy Teemu after 2 goals in a 5-0 win for silver over the US.
My Auntie Nancy is gone and I never got to say goodbye. Her death was sudden and although the funeral was last week I still haven’t had a chance to remember her and grieve. It’s always on the way to work when a certain song comes on or at night when I am supposed to be sleeping. I was told that a family member would be speaking of her at the service but that never happened. I would have loved to stand up and say goodbye…
My fondest memories of Nancy take place in her living room on random weekend mornings. Not often enough I would be in the area and just pop in for a chat. She had the ability to always make me feel welcome no matter if I showed up alone or with the family. As much as she loved kids, she was “Dog People” and when I had the dog in the car she always said “well what is she doing out there…bring her in”! Her immaculate home was secondary when it came to the kids feeling at home and welcome in her house. By kids I mean Vegas too because her animals were always treated without prejudice. New visitors had to be careful not to sit in Austin’s seat. She was constantly thinking of them and one of her favorite pastimes were her walks.
When it was just the two of us we talked about many things. Some were less important than others like what we were watching on TV and the amount of storage left on her PVR. But most of the time we talked about life. Nance was quick to talk about her kids as she was very proud of them both and I was always eager to hear what they were up to. She was so happy for Crystal and Damian and the life they were building together. Damian was like another son to her and she always talked about how hard Crystal was working and how she just went after the things she wanted. You could tell she was extremely proud everything she did and the woman she has become. She was always a little more worried about Colin! She was proud of him too of course but when we talked about Colin it was more about his adventures than his accomplishments (in a good way). I think we both envied his care-free spirit and cavalier lifestyle.
Then she would ask about Shan, and the kids. “How come you didn’t bring them?” she would ask and I would say “well I was just in the neighborhood”. Not letting up how selfishly I wanted to be able to just sit and chat with her one-on-one. She would ask about my Mom and Dad, and Marcy. She would talk about all the fun things she was doing with Grandma and about her upcoming trips and concerts. She always thought of me when The Hip was in town and the last one we took in together was at the ballpark with Ratte. We were all in the suite arm in arm dancing to “New Orleans is Sinking”. One of the best nights of my life, now more than ever.
Her devotion to her family was evident in her daily routine. It’s a Peever trait I know runs deep in my dad as well. You almost have to watch what you say around them because they are likely to pounce on your slightest need or want. One of the things that stands out for me was the time I was helping my parents move into their new apartment. It was an emotional time and I remember around noon Nancy showed up with lunch…for everyone. It was one of the most thoughtful things I have experienced. I took it with me. It was just so simple and classy and her way of helping out any way she could. I can hardly fathom how many people she has touched in this way. Certainly all of us.
She passed suddenly and the last time we spoke it was a text to thank her for the gifts she sent the kids at Christmas. Of course I regret not reaching out to her more as we all do in retrospect. I would bottle up that infectious smile and laughter. I wish I could carry the feeling of comfort that came with being around her and bring it to the next family gathering where it will be missed the most.
Much love Auntie, you will be missed.