…I wish I were there to be doing it too!

I wonder what Piglet is doing, thought Pooh

I wish I were there to be doing it too. 

Today, my daughter completed her undergrad degree, so I do actually know what my girl is doing – unlike Pooh wondering what Piglet is doing. But, I truly wish I were there – to help her celebrate, to help her appreciate the magnitude of her accomplishment.

In a few weeks, I will be able to share her graduation with her. Until then, I’ll just be wishing!


A daffodil in every dustbin…

A repost – perhaps not the first time for this one. As April comes to an end – the month of cancer fundraising, with daffodils as the symbol – I am reminded of this, one of my favourite photos, and a post about one of my favourite people. Enjoy!

writing in the (mom)ent

For me, there’s a daffodil in every dustbin – Eric Sykes

I love this quote and was so glad to finally have a photo to go with it. I found the quote when I was writing the eulogy for my father-in-law’s funeral in 2009. Dad Turner was a man who truly could find a daffodil in every dustbin, literally and figuratively. He was an eternal optimist and he found good in everyone. The literal side of that quote was that dad and is brother, Charlie, loved to go to the dump at the cottage (which they called the Trading Post) to discover “daffodils” – many “treasures” someone else had let go, they were able to put to good use.

I always felt so loved and accepted by my father-in-law and since I did not grow up with my own father, Dad Turner helped me understand what kind of relationship I could have with my…

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