A Good Home, Friendship, The Friend Ship

The Friend Ship

Two things in this post: 

Thing #1:

Blogger Sally Cronin is a great friend to independent authors around the world, helping us launch and promote our books through her site. Now, Sally has just launched her own book, Tales from the Irish Garden.  If you read her first magical garden “Tales”, you know you’re in for a treat. 

Congrats to Sally and illustrator Donata Zawadska!

https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/2018/10/03/booklaunch-tales-from-the-irish-garden-by-sally-cronin/

Thing#2:

I call it “The Friend Ship”.

What would we do without friends?

On life’s journey, we both welcome and release friends. How to do it with grace is the challenge many of us face.

People change. As we travel toward new horizons and as we ourselves grow, we may lose some of our friends.  And whether we are the ones saying goodbye, or we’re the ones being left, it can be a wrenching loss.

Carol Hand shares a wise and reassuring perspective on the changing nature of friends and friendship through this short poem, below. Thank you, Carol.

https://carolahand.wordpress.com/2018/09/27/reflections-about-loss/

 

 

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A Good Home, Acts of Friendship, Canadian Gardens, Flowers, Gardens, Keeping the Faith

The Glory of Late Summer

So much beauty.

Late summer, but the garden is still resplendent with colour. 

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The bees are plentiful and hard at work, drawn to fragrant hosta and almost everything else, it seems.

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The trees are still green.

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And there are blooms everywhere.

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I give thanks for this season and the ability to enjoy it. Last summer, I had a bad concussion and broken bones from a sudden fall.  Luckily, my husband and an old friend both took photos so I could see bits of the garden.

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This summer, life has again challenged me greatly at times — as it does to many of us.  Loved ones get seriously ill or die.  Another fall.  A lengthy medical assessment kicks off horrible nightmares and indescribable pain; I’m shocked to find myself again staring into the abyss.  I shake my head and have a few frank words with God.

But weep ye not!

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I’m determined to dwell, not on the bad, but on the good that’s around me. And there is so much good, so much beauty, to be thankful for.

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My husband and children are healthy. They are caringly present, especially in rough times. 

Most days I am, according to my husband, “strimping along”. (I insist I’m striding or strolling, not limping.) 

My relatives, neighbours and friends are never far away.

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We support each other.

I surprised one dear friend with a funny birthday gift and kept a promise to another.  (Tiny acts, but I know they matter.)

My sisters and daughters called; we shared words of hope, love and reassurance.

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And I’m still keeping the faith.

And the sun still shines in abundance.

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A Good Home, Blogger Friends

Flowers for Jeni and family

You may know her as The Hopeful Herbalist.

She writes gorgeous poetry and prose, and posts lovely photos of life at her home in Scotland.

She’s also a blogger friend to me and many others. As an example, Jeni’s kind wishes and comforting verses helped bolster my hope and faith at a very shaky time.

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Recently, Jeni has been going through a challenging time, alluded to here.

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Jeni and Ian and your family: you are in our hearts and prayers.

If I were half as good a poet as you, Jeni, I’d write something wonderful — but as you know, I’m poetically challenged.

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And as you might guess, Hamlin took these photos. I didn’t.

But I chose them for you.  And I send you love.

Stay strong, my friend.

From my family, to you and yours, with hugs.

Grace and peace.

A Good Home

A Strong Voice, Silent Now

Canada has lost one of its greatest fighters for people with disabilities.

Bill McQueen — musician, TV producer and disability champion — has died.

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It breaks my heart to see him go.  Bill was my dear friend. 

When I got lost in the fog of pain and injuries from a car accident — not making sense and stuttering so badly I would not use the phone — Bill called. He sometimes called several times before I called back. I couldn’t stand to complain to someone who was handling so much, and doing it with forbearance.

Mind you, Bill had little tolerance for the health system when it didn’t work for its patients. Many doctors didn’t take the time to explain to patients, he felt, especially when delivering bad news about their health. He believed in patients pushing back, doing their own research. 

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When I blamed myself for not healing faster, when I felt ashamed of my  disabilities, Bill kept me on the phone, talking, willing me to change my attitude.

As my husband says, “He was always there for you.”

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Do you know what a precious gift that is — to always be there for someone?

The thing is, it wasn’t just me.  Bill was “always there” for many people living with disabilities. It’s one of the reasons I respected him so much.

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He and his business partner Don Peuramaki and colleague George Farrell founded a production company –  Fireweed — the first we knew of whose principals all lived with disability.

There, they continued the work they had started at CBC Television years earlier at “D-Net”, the weekly CBC TV series which Don executive produced, and Bill produced, along with George. (My boss, Les Lawrence, had helped with the start-up; I met Bill and Don when I became the chief journalism trainer and, later, a mentor for the team.)

Most of their programs at the CBC and Fireweed were about people trying to participate: trying to access workplaces, institutions, and to make their contributions  in a world that often seemed indifferent. 

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Most of Bill’s work was voluntary. He was a musician, and belonged to  his beloved symphony, but there’s an impressive list of other voluntary initiatives that he and Don worked on. Many of them focused on getting people with disabilities employed in the media, or changing the way the media portrays them.

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Don and Bill lived with multiple disabilities, yet worked tremendously hard for the participation and inclusion of other people with disabilities.

They lived on very limited income, but spent money on (e.g.) securing video archives of the fight by persons with disabilities for inclusion. When Bill told me how much he paid to store the videos safely over many years, I was shocked.

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When Don fell seriously ill, Bill took over the fight. He wanted to make sure the 100+ hours of video stories and raw video that Fireweed owns is used to train others — and to  help tell the history of the fight for respect, inclusion, participation. 

Bill and Don were both recently hospitalized — not for the first time. Bill returned home, quietly certain that he wouldn’t live much longer.  His voice was weak, resigned.

“I’m really sorry I won’t have a chance to do more,” he said.  He meant the goal he’d set for himself.

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Then, this week, Bill sounded upbeat again. I told him that Les and I were talking: we wanted to help him and Don reach their goal.

As always, we ended the conversation with: “Love you, Bill.” And “Love you too. Take care.”

The next day, we spoke again, and I headed to the hospital with gifts, card, love and hope in my heart. He was sitting up in bed, talking.

The next morning, I called. And called again, leaving a cheerful voicemail message, silently reassuring myself there was no need to worry.

This morning, Les called to say Bill died yesterday. 

We love you, Bill. Thank you for everything.

Photo Credits: Innoversity