Remembering

A card arrived in the mail Wednesday. A good friend remembered that my sister’s birthday is November 18. It is six months since she died and I spent her birthday with her last year. This November 18 is the first time in my life that I will not be able to say “Happy Birthday” to…

A Raincoat for Grief

Two weeks ago, I took my usual Saturday trip to Halifax to see my sister. I leave my home at 5:30 in the morning. I board a plane. I arrive in a city 1600 kilometres from home. I drive to a nursing home and spend the day with my sister, listening to her talking about…