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A New Beginning

Abbys hospital tag

It’s been two months since we checked you in.
Four, since we figured out what was eating you alive.
A year and two months, since we started battling it.

You’ve been so brave, through it all!
Through scans and needles and burning meds
Sleepless nights, and broken muscles, and
A lost voice, unable to eat, to speak

And even though you’re tired,
I’m so glad we made it through.
Time to soldier on.
Time to pick up the pieces of our life.

Time to start again…
I love you, wife!


Happy Birthday Mummy

My mother wants me to write for her …
You wrote for Daddy, she said.
Now write a little something for me too.

Such is Mummy.
Satisfied with love.
So here’s to you Mummy!
Happy 60th!

My mom

Sometimes I think, being a mother is all she ever knows.
She had three boys by the time she was twenty eight.
Daddy worked two jobs, to feed us.
Leaving Mummy to handle three hyperactive boys.
And she did.

Daddy got laid off and was too old to find another job.
While Dad did his carpentry, Mummy figured, she could teach.
With three boys and the home and hearth and god knows how many of the neighbours kids wanting to learn from her.
All this she did.

Well, God’s taking care of us, she thought.
I should give back, she thought
And we don’t have money.
So let me work for him.
With three boys and the home and the little kids coming to learn, there is a little time to go around supporting the Church
As an animator, as an educational resource, an area coordinator, a parish coordinator, a eucharistic minister, a sunday school teacher…
This she did.

And she slogged and struggled and cried and laughed and made her way through life.
She did.

We’re a houseful of boys.
But Mummy’s the strongest.
She carries us all through life.

Her infectous laugh, her naïveté, her determination, her enormous work ethic, have not only inspired us, but a whole generation of people around her.

What little she had, she’s made so much of.

We certainly did not make life any easier for her.
But she still loves us no matter what.

Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy,
it does not boast,
it is not proud.
It does not dishonor others,
it is not self-seeking,
it is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.

It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Thus says the Bible.
That’s my mother, says I
A life well lived, that’s my mother.

All that, she is.


Abby & Me

“I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine.”

I take thee Abby,
to be my wedded wife,
to have and to hold,
from this day forward,

for better for worse,
for richer for poorer,
in sickness and in health,
to love and to cherish,
till death us do part …

I will love you, and honour you, all the days of my life!

Happy Mother’s Day, Mummy!

My mom is a never-ending song in my heart,
of comfort, happiness, and being.

I may sometimes forget the words …
but I always remember the tune

      – Anon

And a Toast to New Beginnings

Derrick & Rajeshwari

Derrick came home two years ago in December to tell me he liked a girl.

Then he told me that she was older than him.
Then he told me she was Hindu.
Then he told me, she was a divorcee with a kid.

All of this didn’t surprise or bother me.
I’d be OK with all of this no matter what, if the girl’d be good.

What did surprise me, was that my brother, my impetous, independant minded, “I am my own man” brother cared enough about this girl to seek my approval.

Which I can tell you, has happened rarely enough, I can count such moments on my fingers.

(the approval seeking … not the girl meeting)

I met her. We spoke for two whole hours.

And I came away with the belief she was too good for him.

That all these “strikes” notwithstanding, Rajeshwari was still too good for Derrick.

I firmly believe that my brother is marrying up.
I firmly believe that Rajeshwari’ll, finally make an honest man out of my brother.

I’ve seen them together for the past year and a half.

My brother is a more peaceful, more happy, and dare I say it, more sane person, because of her.
Rajeshwari is already more than a sister that we boys ever had.
She’s compassionate, she’s kind, she’s full of joy and has a wicked sense of humour.

They’re good together. And Jai completes them.

This apparently, is the place where I’m supposed to impart worldly wisdom.
From my own short three year, crazy roller coaster of married life, all I can say is,

      Be together.

      Be happy.
      Be sad.
      Be angry.
      Be stupid.
      Be idiotic.
      Be ecstatic.
      Be determined.
      Be brave.
      Be whatever you want to.

All this and more’ll be infinitely better, if you do it together.

So here’s to the two of you …

Be happy!