Wednesday, June 26, 2013
This afternoon, on behalf of everyone who helped make the third annual MGMG tournament such a great success, my husband and I had the privilege of presenting a cheque to Canuck Place Children's Hospice. On June 8th, our group raised $4,289 for this very worthwhile cause. Then last week, a friend who had kindly offered to take some of Michael's old hockey equipment to a consignment store earlier this year, mentioned that the items had finally sold, then dropped off a cheque for $100, which bumped up our total donation to $4,389. This year's goal was to hit the $10,000 mark for funds raised to date - I am thrilled to say that in Michael and Kelly's memories we beat that goal and have contributed $11,018 since June 2011! Yet another way we, as a group, carry their love forward.
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
One of the many fabulous aspects of the garden at our new home is a large and plentiful strawberry patch. Whether I am popping out barefoot in my housecoat to pick berries for breakfast or going out later in the day to gather some for a salad, I feel gratitude for these tasty gifts of nature. An odd feature of this space, however, is that in the centre of this dense strawberry patch grows one large, lone, red rose. This vibrant, large-petalled blossom stands elegantly poised above its small, red neighbours. When I first noticed this rose, I imagined more would follow, but it remains the one and only. Gazing upon this scene, I am reminded of Antoine de Saint Exupéry's The Little Prince story wherein the only large flower blooming on the prince's small planet is a single red rose. He tends to this flower faithfully, all the while believing it to be the only one in existence. Then, while visiting Earth, he is shocked to realize this is not the case when he sees thousands of roses in just one garden. However, evetually he recognizes that it is because of his deep friendship with that one red rose on his planet that makes her so special, and he appreciates her even more. And so it is here in this garden - each and every time I pick berries from that strawberry patch, my heart smiles at this special rose, the only one in this entire garden.
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Last night, I sat out on the deck breathing in the beauty of the sun setting behind the hill. While the scattered clouds reflected orange hues onto the lake, I reflected on yet another magnificent MGMG event. From rookie beginners to seasoned golfers they had arrived, understanding that the level of proficiency out on the course was irrelevant to the degree of enjoyment they would experience over the course of the weekend. Ranging from their early twenties to mid sixties, scores of friends and family members participated, with two toddlers taking it all in as well. And then there were those who were with us in spirit, unable to attend this time around and much missed. A few new faces were drawn into the fold as well, friends of friends - people who had never met Mike or Kelly but had accepted the invitation to join this special community. The weekend was a resounding success with great conversation, plenty of laughter, heartfelt hugs, and fundraising for Canuck Place.
When I awoke at 7am this morning, my husband was already gone - he had left the cabin around 5am to make the four hour drive to work. My plans were to finish cleaning, then leave for home later this afternoon. When I received a call from him around 8:30am, I assumed he was almost there. Instead, he was calling to tell me that he was still in Princeton. He had hit a deer an hour into his trip. The bad news was that the car was likely going to be a write-off. The good news was that he was perfectly fine - thank heaven. However, when he filled me in on the details of the accident, my thinking went from "these things happen" to "what the hell?" On the way home from this special weekend, my husband had hit that deer within a stone's throw of the memorial cross - mere metres from Mike and Kelly's accident site. The car had then been towed to the auto wrecker up the hill, the same place Mike's car had lingered for months after that accident just over two years ago. What?? When I finally picked my husband up a few hours later, we stopped at the wrecker's lot to retrieve some belongings - an extremely surreal experience. Now, sitting here in my living room as dusk falls, I am still shaking my head in disbelief and reflecting on the mysteries of life.