Another year is closing.
This will be a very different Yule for me. My Dad and my Grandmother are gone, one of my babies is on the west coast, thousands of miles away. There is a new baby in the family – my Nephew’s daughter, just two weeks old and that’s a blessing. She is a beautiful and poignant reminder of how our lives and family connections are all circular.
Wishing all of my friends here a wonderful holiday season. May your observances and celebrations reinforce all the ties that bind and may we all enjoy the gifts of peace, hope and love.
21 December 21015
Since before Confederation, The American Revolution, The Boer War, The War of 1812, First World War, Second World War, Korea. On land, on sea, in air – my family has been proud to serve, fight and die for this country and yours. I wish I could honour all of them with a photo or a word or two. I’ll settle with the simplest and the most heartfelt.
Great Auntie Jean, 2nd Lieutenant (Nursing Sister) in the Second World War
The Menin Gate, Belgium, Panel 30 and 32
Poppies falling from the top of the Menin Gate in Ypres, Belgium.
The Centennial Flame in Ottawa
5th Canadian Mounted Rifles (Quebec Regiment)
VAC Book of Remembrance
Carey Judson Tupper, KIA 2 June 1916
William Charles Collins, Canadian Air Force WWII
… As it should
I carry you in the crinkle of my eyes, the dimple in my chin and the black hair that was the bane of my existence in the blonde, blue-eyed, first generation Supermodel days.
I carry you in whistling down cardinals, orioles, hawks and doves. In singing with the Celtic lilt that connects me to highlands and heather.
I carry you in kindness, charity and fairness. In love thy neighbour and in having the courage of my convictions.
I carry you in the tides and oceans that I know as intimately as my own heartbeat and in the sailor’s knots that can be made with both rope and lives.
I might write again. I might not.
But life does go on and so damn quickly…
I intend to not squander one more second of it.
20 October 2015
Earl Charles Tupper
Husband, Father, Grandfather, Brother, Uncle, Friend
8 April 1937-13 October 2015
For my tolerance, Feminism, fairness, love of family and place
For my humour, bad habits, black hair, making fire with two sticks
For my strength that doesn’t shun tears, for believing in me no matter what
You will always be the measure of a man to which all others must aspire
I love you Papasan
~ ‘karn liz, xo
Family, strength, balance, fairness
Uncle Clayton RCMP
Not so bad habits, great sense of humour
Heartfelt thanks for all of your kind comments, the support is so appreciated. I have some close friends here on WP and didn’t want to simply disappear without a word or stay away without letting you know what’s happened. Take good care, K
23 September is my Firstborn’s Birthday
She is a chapter in my heart’s book that will never be finished
Out of the Isolation Ward at last.
I iz a cat pirate and my Smarties are in rainbow order already. Love my OCD girl ❤
Only the best for baby and bear.
College Grad, Graphic Design
One piece of my heart… Caitlyn Elizabeth ❤
The Artist takes a break for lunch
The Artist will need a special desk to accommodate the foot… and the invention of iPhones to capture hyperactivity!!
MumMum and Birdie ❤ – twofer tattoos
Wishing all the Mum’s out there a day that is perfect for you ❤
This is the title that I value most. Mamasan, Mumsy Dearest, Mumma ❤
Me and my Mum
My own Mum creds. Birdie and Bee, the introduction.
Bee and Mumma at Danapalooza. Raising funds for children of cancer survivor Dana.
Birdie and MumMum at mAlice Cooper show, The Brass Monkey.