Through Rose Coloured Glasses
It seems that summer went by far too quickly this year. Suddenly, fall is in the air and life is settling back into routines. For many people, that routine includes the return to school for their children and the many extracurricular activities available such as sports and dance. After a slower-paced summer of long days and little routine, life picks up again and moves at a much quicker pace. As this time of year always does, it brings back memories of when I was student and the nervous anticipation I always felt during those dying days of August and when September loomed closer.
We get to enjoy a long weekend this week because of Labour Day. In Canada, we have celebrated Labour Day on the first Monday in September since the 1880’s. This day is set aside to acknowledge the sacrifices and vision of workers who came before us and fought for many of the benefits we now take for granted; things like a forty-hour week, an eight-hour day, sick leave and maternity leave and – yes, long week-ends.
I was speaking to a friend recently about her mother’s Alzheimer Disease and how lucid moments were quickly becoming cherished. My mind went back a few years, to when my own mother suffered with the same disease. It brought back a memory of a day shortly before this disease claimed Mom’s life.
Last week-end, my family gathered at a memorial for my brother Denis and his wife Geri. They died within a couple weeks of each other. They were in the hospital in Porcupine Plain at the same time and, as can only be done in a small town hospital, the staff arranged for them to share a room so that they would spend their final days together. After some thirty years of marriage, this was the perfect farewell.