Parking Lot is two years old today. Thanks for all of you who have read and responded to the meanderings posted here for the past two years.
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Martha on Lake Simcoe with my aunt Norah A memorial site has been set up for my cousin Martha Mills, her fiancee Sean and their friend Peter Ambler. There are some photos of the three of them and some links to worthy causes and projects in their names. There is also a guest book for people to add their memories. I wanted to finish writing about Martha with this photo above, because as I have already written, this is mostly how I remember her, as a little kid at my grandparent’s cottage on Lake Simcoe, north of Toronto. This picture …
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Here are some more articles relating to Martha, including one with a lovely biographical sketch: Rocky Mountain Outlook Globe and Mail death notice Martha’s organs were donated to four sperate individuals, a gift that empitomized the way she lived her life. I find the following poem overused, but for one who spent so much of her life outdoors, and the last few years in the mountains and on the prairies, it seems appropriate: Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond …
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Jay Wortman, who has been a client of mine, is a medical doctor and also the Regional Director of the First Nations and Inuit Health Branch here in BC. He recently had a breakthrough by addressing his diabetes by changing his diet “In evolutionary terms, it’s a blink of an eye. Aboriginal people have been transformed over a hundred years or 200 years, very few numbers of generations, from a completely different way of life to what we experience today, and diet has dramatically changed for that population,” he says. “And that very small period of time, there’s no possible …
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My cousin Martha Mills died in a tragic car accident along with her fiancee and his business partner on Monday. Her funeral is today in Canmore, Alberta. If you’re so inclined, spare a prayer for her parents and her brothers, as well as the families of the others. It’s funny how I never really knew Martha. When she was a baby I moved to the UK and when I returned I was in high school and she was beginning kindergarten. By the time I went away to university and then got on with my life, I saw her only very …