COURAGE MY LOVE

Hot Damn!
2018 - really! How the fuck did that happen. Since I last left you, I have dropped the ruminations (i.e. whining about my faults) and moved on. Physically moved on. I found my tiny perfect house, remember? Well that blew up. In an okay but sad way.

In September of 2016 Brandy asked if I could come and stay for a few weeks in Toronto. She had to go on an art residency for a few weeks in Calgary and Patrick was just finished his chemo, and was weak, so she wanted me to keep a look out for him. No problem.

I went early, settled in and then boom. Patrick died. His chemo unsuccessful, cancer ran through him in a matter of  days. From the moment they told him the cancer had spread until he died was 9 days. It was a dreadful time. It was a dreadful year as was the year that followed. I never went back to Vancouver. I now live in Toronto, closer to Brandy, just down the street actually.

We are just emerging from a year of trauma and grief, topped off with psychopathy and evil acts by Patricks business associate. It was indescribable. It was so bad I had a heart attack. Yup just when I though it could not get worse, boom it did.

2018 is showing hints of being better (like it could get worse? Shutup of course it can)

I will try as I have tried so many times before to blog again with some consistency. Ha! Once a year is consistent.