On August 12 mama said her final words to me: "it's ok now..." She repeated those words over and over, softly into my ear when I arrived at the hospital. Two days later, on August 14 she passed away. We were there with her. Holding her hands. Telling her how very loved she was.
Monday, September 12, 2022
it's ok now...
Monday, January 3, 2022
Peace, Hope and an Angel...
After we lost Shari we started the task of going through her things… including many items which had been packed away in a storage unit she had rented. I was the first of my family to arrive on the morning we began to tackle these items. I distinctly remember the feeling as I pulled up, the quiet, the calm and the sadness. Specifically the realization of how sad it is that after we are gone all that is left are our ‘things’, and the people we love are tasked with sorting, keeping, gifting them.
When I opened the storage locker I immediately saw three items sitting out, two items were perched on a wooden bench and one was on the floor of the unit, not tucked away in boxes or bags like everything else.
The first item was a metal Peace sign.
The second was a fabric banner with the word Hope.
The final item was this Angel.
Peace, Hope and an Angel.
I sat on the wooden bench, holding those three items for a very long time. Those three words and three items got me through that day, and many days since. I still have all three of these special objects in our home, and the Angel has topped our Christmas tree every year since 2014. After each Christmas season comes to an end she moves from the tree to the top of our piano in the living room. She is always there.
Sending Peace and Hope into this new year...
jbxo
Wednesday, September 15, 2021
Seven.
Seven years... feeling at a loss for words today, so I went back. These last few days I have felt the need to go back. Back through photos of her smiling, beautiful face. Videos of her laughing, talking, moving. The missing, seven years later, is every bit as deep. So - today I will go back. Back to where we grew up. Back to share memories and honour her, as a family.
The following are the words I spoke for Shari at her funeral seven years ago. Since I don't have the words today, I will share these instead...
How do you put words to the loss of a daughter, a sister, an auntie, and a friend? We can’t, and any efforts here to encapsulate the life of this angel will fall short. Shari, for those of you who didn’t know, walked a difficult road for most of her life. Hers was perhaps not the path that my mom and dad would have hoped for when she entered this world all those years ago. While she lived, while she grew, while she evolved and while she achieved… anxiety and depression were her constant travel companion. Tired from the constant challenge of carrying this far too heavy burden, Shari left us last Monday in a moment we struggle to define and understand.
But while our gathering here today is defined by this sudden loss, Shari was much more than the burden she carried and the decision she made to ease her pain. Few people epitomize the tag of ‘gentle soul’ more than Shari. How many of us carry our burdens with such grace, with such patience and beauty? How many of us would literally stop to avoid hurting an insect, how many of us bite our tongues when confronted with an opinion or perspective we don’t agree with so as not to offend? Shari glided through this world touching the lives of every person she met and negatively impacting so very few.
It is easy for me to remember the sister that I admired, the person that I loved and looked up to. When I was little and would wake from a bad dream, I ran scared to Shari’s bed for comfort. Shari was my older sister, my confidant and my protector. Over the years, and especially in this past year when things got scary for Shari, I am proud to say that she came to me and for what was one of the happiest times in my life she lived with my family. I was honoured to have her turn to me for support and for me to be able to repay her for all of the times she had held me and protected me. During those precious months I reflected on how beautiful she was, I laughed in ways only Shari could make me laugh and I watched her love and nurture my family in ways that I could never repay. I will be eternally grateful for the love she showed Andrew, for the way she instilled her artistic temperament in Nora and for the confidence she gave Julian to have deep, philosophical conversations. My sister has always been a part of me, and always will… but to see her reflected in my children and to see their love for her fills me with a pride I cannot put into words. Thank you Shari for teaching me, from the day I was born, what true love and friendship is.
To my mom and dad. I cannot begin to understand the pain you feel today, but I remind you of your beautiful family and how much your children love and care for one another. These past weeks have shone a light on how close we are and how much love we were raised with. Shari never wanted to disappoint you and she ached when her emotional setbacks would cause you stress. I know that you have carried the burden of her challenges more than anyone else. You have done so with love and dignity and I know she loved you deeply for your efforts to respect and understand the complexity of her emotions. The connection between you, parent and child, is epitomized by the harsh reality that while we searched for her for four very long days Dad knew where she was instantly. Dad knew where she lay and felt intimately what her last steps had been. Last Monday evening, tired of the struggle to be at peace with herself Shari walked from my house to the boathouse with the bright light. She followed that light, and the metaphor here is not lost on any of us who were looking for the signs, she found comfort in that light and she would have her spent her last moments under it. She entered the spot where dad said she was and there she entered into the light of another protector and the peace she so restlessly looked for her in life was given to her.
Be at peace, my sweet sister, my best friend.
I love you, always & forever.
Thursday, April 8, 2021
oscar & clinka
Monday, March 8, 2021
Twenty-Two Egg Cartons
Thursday, October 22, 2020
Like Mother, Like Daughter...
When I transitioned into the teen years, I remember many heart to heart talks with mama. Don't get me wrong, these were not girl talk sessions featuring a mutual bearing of our souls. This was me, either asking really uncomfortable questions, or spilling every juicy detail of my young, inexperienced life. I never shied away from 'sensitive' topics, much to her dismay I would imagine, as she has always been much classier than me in regards to subjects of conversation - remember, she never swears. I recall around the age of 15 or 16 spilling some especially scandalous tea, and her saying: "My mom friends always complain that their kids don't tell them anything, sometimes you tell me too much..." This, of course didn't stop me, and through my life, when something particularly personal, even better - embarrassing - happened to me, she has always been the first person I wanted to call. Nothing makes my mama laugh harder than a story about falling down in public, a poorly timed bodily function release or anything of the like.
Sadly, we now live two hours apart from one another. When I was working, my daily routine included calling her on my drive home so we could chat about our day. Good, bad or ugly, we shared it all. Since the pandemic started we are not in touch daily, but she is still the first person I call if anything embarrassing arises. Sometimes we text back and forth, and our text conversation from a few days ago might be one of my favourites... so much so, I thought it should live on forever in my blog. I think future generations will really appreciate it. For a bit of context, the topic of vaginas came up (as it does) and I had referred to it as a 'foofer' (as you do):
mama: I didn't know how to spell foofer before, I thought for sure it would have a capital "f".
me: You can spell it however you like as it isn't a real word. Yours must be special to get a capital "F".
mama: Mine does not have a name.
me: Mine has at least two names: foofer, clinka... there might be more, I will have to think about it.
mama: Well, if mine ever did have a name I can't remember it.
me: You should ask dad.
mama: OMG can you imagine? I will tell him you want to know.
me: He might have you institutionalized, or write me out of the will.
mama: Probably both.
My dear mama, thank you for always being my bestie, for listening to years of oversharing, for sending me six hearts whenever I need them, and for pushing me out of your foofer.
jbxo
Tuesday, September 15, 2020
static & silence
Thursday, July 16, 2020
Girl, you know it's true...
- the calm, pink background: represents slowing down, the serenity, the peace
- the throwback font: homage to the past, grieving what once was, but also - kind of fun, because we are just 'being' instead of constantly 'doing', plus consuming way more wine, which makes everything way more funky
- the message: enough said.
Friday, May 15, 2020
The F word...
Tuesday, April 28, 2020
William Was Here
"William Was Here" was written by Shari in 2003. In January 2005 she sent it, along with another children's book she had written "Never Disappear" to ten publishing companies in hopes of having them professionally published.
In her submission letter she wrote: "William Was Here" is a tale about a creative young boy who learns to discipline his art... It also presents the idea of preserving history and leaving your mark in a positive way.
Although her submissions were declined, she certainly left her mark in a positive way on all who knew her. We love you and miss you, always & forever.
William's house was always neat
And his house was always clean
But every surface in every room
Ever since William could hold a crayon
His parents encouraged him to draw
So he would scribble high and low
And on every empty space he saw.
His folks were proud of his gift at art
Never following him with rag and water
"The colours add life to our bare walls
And we can always paint over it later".
William created thousands of patterns
For sheets and curtains of natural muslin
And when it was time to give them a wash
William would decorate them again.
When he was old enough to do chores
William would set out the dinner plates
And decorate them to match the theme of the meal
(Everyone got used to the waxy taste).
William would never leave the house
Without his knapsack full of drawing tools
By the designs he left on the sidewalks, trees and paths
You knew which route he took to school.
When it was William's turn at "Show and Tell"
The class would go on a field trip
To see his latest drawing on the side of City Hall
His best work was a fifteen foot pirate ship!
William's friends grew tired of piano lessons
And decided to switch to electric guitar
While others decided they no longer enjoyed tennis
So they would take up basketball.
But William's favourite hobby never changed
He believed that of art he would never grow tired
And his after school job of delivering papers
Helped him to purchase the tools that he required.
It seemed that the further that his arms could reach
And the taller that William grew
His art became grander and of larger scale
And his ideas were more elaborate and new.
As the town seemed to run out of empty space
On which William could showcase is art
His parents sat him down with heavy news
That they feared would break his heart.
His father cleared his throat and began to speak,
"The company that I work for has begun to grow
So they are opening an office in another town
And I will teach the employees all that I know".
"This is the house in which you were born
And these are the walls that you have drawn upon
Every picture tells a story about your life
Now it is time for that story to live on".
"Will the new house have bare white walls?" William asked
"Yes, higher and wider upon which you can draw"
And with that William breathed a sigh and smiled
And his parents were happy with what they saw.
The next few weeks were a very busy time
William's house was always on display
Some of the visitors were in awe of the colourful walls
While others stomped off in dismay.
William's parents became anxious to sell the house
And were almost ready to buy white paint
When a young couple entered and cried in union
"This is it! How cosy, oh, how quaint!"
"We will purchase if you include the art"
The newlyweds proclaimed, strong and bold
"Well, we can't take it with us", William replied
So the papers were signed and the house was sold.
Next there was packing and filling boxes
As moving day was approaching near
William took the time to say good bye to his art
And to sign each piece "William was here".
There were many good byes and teary eyes
As William's family set off to depart
And cries of "We'll miss you! Come back soon!"
And "William, you really left your mark!"
They drove for many hours, over many miles
The sunshine switched to cloud and then to rain
And when they finally arrived in the "new town"
William's first thought was "How plain".
"The buildings are covered in plain brown brick
And the trees are either brown bark or black
The sidewalks are simply grey concrete
Oh well, I'll have to do something about that!"
William decided to be optimistic
As they pulled into the drive
Of the house which was larger than the last
Yes, his father did not lie.
William could not wait to decorate the walls
But for now he was busy emptying each box
His work would not be done until each shelf was filled
And the proper drawers contained pants, shirts and socks.
Two days had passed and William had not stepped outside
He was now completing a mural in the hall
When his father exclaimed, "Let's go to the park
We can explore the neighbourhood and play ball."
It was a perfect, sunny day for a game of catch
And an afternoon snack of soft serve ice cream
William and his dad sat in the shade so their cones wouldn't melt
And from the park bench William surveyed the scene.
"Sixteen trees that could use some sprucing up
A pavillion that needs a colourful roof
Park benches that I can decorate with acrylic paint
Yes, here I can certainly be of some use".
"What are you thinking?", William's father asked
"You look as though you are staring through a lens"
William watched the kids playing in the park
And said, "Well, I wish I had some friends".
"There's a boy who lives in the house next door"
Said William's dad. "And he is just about your age
Why don't you stop over after dinner?"
William didn't know if he had the courage.
The kid next door turned out to be kind of cool
His name was Chris and he was into photography
When William told him about the murals in his old town
Chris asked: "Did you take any pictures, can I see?"
It was at that moment that William realized
That he did not have any photos of any kind
The only pictures that he had of the pirate ship
Were the memories that he kept in his mind.
The next day William filled his pack with art supplies
And invited Chris to accompany him to the park
"Bring your camera and after I finish the murals
I would like you to take pictures of my art."
Chris was surprised that they were going out in daylight
"This William must be a rebel" were his thoughts
Drawing art on the side of buildings during the day?
Chris sighed "We are sure to get caught".
"Did you say something?" William asked
"Ah, nothing", Chris replied
And William thought, "Why is he so quiet?
This Chris is one strange guy".
The pair worked undetected for one hour
On a mural of a spaceship landing on the moon
"That looks really cool!" Chris exclaimed
But it appears that Chris spoke too soon.
As along came Constable Catchimfast
"What do we have here?" he cried.
"Graffiti on our pavillion roof!"
"I am almost done", William replied.
"What do you think?" William proudly asked
But did not receive the response he expected
As Constable Catchimfast ordered the boys off the roof
And brought them to the police station to be questioned.
William was not familiar with the term "Graffiti"
And on the car ride home he hung his head in shame
Chris looked out the window not knowing what to say
William's father knew that it was up to him to explain.
"Not all towns... no... not many towns are like the old town.
Some towns prefer bare brick. I know not why"
William then realized that they were not on their way home
But pulling into the parking lot of "The Art Supply"
As William's father priced huge rolls of craft paper
Chris brought William to the sketch book section
Explaining that they could still do art in the park
On books of paper that they could carry with them.
"What do you say son, seven foot, twelve foot roll?"
William thanked his father and replied
"Dad, let's stick to portable art for a while.
These sketchbooks are travel size!"
William made many friends at his new school
And his favourite subject was art, of course
He no longer thought of that day in the park
He no longer felt sadness or remorse.
But Constable Catchimfast did not forget
He still thought of that spaceship landing on the moon
That kid's art brought an idea to his head
And he knew that he had to do something about it soon.
Constable Catchimfast had a sweetheart named Ida
And with her he wanted to spend the rest of his life
At a meeting with William and Chris at the station
He told them of a plan to make her his wife.
Chris took a fine photo of Catchim and Ida
Sitting in the park under a willow tree
And then William painted the image on the pavillion roof
And underneath were the words "Will you marry me?"
Ida walked right under that painting
And did not even know it was there
As the only way to properly see it
Was as a bird up in the air.
Constable Catchim took Ida for a ride in a hot air balloon
And her look of surprise you can only guess
As they hovered over William's fine work of art
Ida wiped away tears of happiness and said "Yes!"
As William grew he was asked to do many murals
And he put the money from his work away
To pay for college where he would study fine art
And become the professional artist that he is today.
William now has his own mural painting business
And he has painted murals in many cities and towns
His old buddy Chris has taken a photo of every work of art
That William keeps in a portfolio that he carries around.
William's childhood home has been knocked down
And years of rain have washed the trees and sidewalk clear
But the pirate ship on the side of city hall still proudly stands
And if you look very closely you will find the words "William Was Here."