Remembering

Remembering my Dad. He was Lance Corporal with the Royal Canadian Dragoons in World War 2, heavy artillery. He was with the first Canadian troops to liberate Holland and remained in Holland for a year following the war to help stablize the country.In this picture he is laying on the ground resting in Italy prior to beginning Operation Goldflake. He loved Holland and the people returning on the 50th anniversary to re-connect with many of the friends he made while there during the war. It has been 2 years since we lost him . I miss his quiet and gentle counsel and his unwavering and unconditional love. He hated war and spoke of his dismay with the continued destruction around the globe.
For you Dad,



Search for Peace....by McCoy Tyner (The Blue Note Years)

More Goodbyes,

I have been on a Chet Baker kick..


All The Things That You Are..
There is a sacredness in tears. They are

not the mark of weakness, but of power.

They speak more eloquently than ten thousand

tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief

and unspeakable love..

-Washington Irving

Farewell C.K. and S.M.....sleep well, the fight is over