Found an old journal from 1988, Reading the page marked January 10th I read how I was moaning about the fact that in our cross country skiing through the Pine Woods between our place and Kahanawake just across the road at that time...We, Mac, two other friends and myself had passed our markers and got lost on three different occasions. I wrote, we'd have to update the markers, and make them clearer as by the time we got home we were absolutely frozen and exhausted.
I went on to write how lovely the woods were, and mentioned again, how we must make sure to upgrade the markers as the ribbons and trees we used from former years were gone just like some old friends that seemed so much a part of our lives had moved away or died...but friends, and newer ones are there still and of course my best friend and lover, Mac is here; he, like the woods is ever-changing and ever interesting.
Well that last line really threw me, I'm sure when I wrote those words, I never thought for a moment that I'd be reading them on the eve of the day that marked his dying March 09, 2016.
Life then was all about our children, our young grandchildren, how busy we were, I was on a sabbatical leave from teaching..We were planning the year - travel to the UK and Europe, how wonderful it all was, even mentioned how lucky we were to have each other. I even still had my mom at that time and made a vow to make her more a part of our life, as she was losing her sight, her best friend had died, my dad had been dead for many years by then..so the pages turn and so do our lives.
Now mom is long gone, and many of my friends as well..I miss them, but never could I ever imagine how much I would miss my dearest and closest friend, husband, lover, father of our children my Mac.
Tomorrow, these children, now adults, and some of our grandchildren will join me in remembering their dad, and grandfather. We will enjoy our memories, and be so happy that we had him, we will laugh at his crazy ways, admire his wise ways and always know how wonderful was his loving heart, for us, his wife and family. g'nite.
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