Friday, June 17, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
They're very similar in their message and I hope they both serve as reminders to express gratitude and put 100% into being positive for the betterment of us all.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Four years after being diagnosed with Parkinson's and at the age of 70, my father died on January 22. Some of the best messages of condolences I received came from people who have also lost a parent. A friend of mine said, "even when you know it's going to happen, it's still a shock." I was surprised by my reaction. I thought, since I've been helping to take care of him these past four years and had seen him get worse over time, that I would be prepared. Maybe "fine" is the wrong word, but I just thought I would be more at peace with it all. I guess it's hard to know how anyone will react at such a time.
I am saddened by the finality of it all. What bugs me is the fact I can't just pick up the phone and call him or go visit him, but I know I will heal and get better with time. Usually I give advice in this blog, but I don't really have any yet to give since I'm still working through this process. What I want to do though is post the eulogy I gave, as a tribute to him. So here it is:
My father was a tall and imposing man. He walked tall and with purpose. He was a man of few words, but when he did speak, his words were well chosen. He was a man who could lecture – and I remember him making me stand and listen to him lecture about how I shouldn't run into the street or set things on fire or whatever other naughty nonsense my sister and I would get into. He was strict, but he never laid a hand on me. He scared boys who called the house. I remember his deep voice on the phone, “you want to speak to my daughter? Why? Who are you?!”
But all of it was out of a very fierce desire to protect us, his girls, and it was out of love. And I got to see the softer side sometimes.
I remember him sitting on the edge of my bed at night – I made him stay there. It was to protect me from “the monsters” I heard creaking around in the dark. I would start to fall asleep and he would ask if the monsters were gone, if he could go back into his own bed. I'd say no and he'd continue sitting there. I think he learned how to sleep sitting up.
I remember when he stopped going up north to Frobisher Bay to work, he said because, “you cry whenever I leave and I don't want you girls to cry anymore.”
I remember him teaching me to ride a bike, to throw a baseball, and more practical things like how to snake a bathtub drain and how all the parts of the car work – knowledge that has stayed with me. I know more about the inner workings of cars than some men!
I remember him making us lunch and feeling compelled to stick some aspect of all five food groups into one meal, making for some very interesting creations.
I remember him holding me and telling me not to cry when my highschool sweetheart broke up with me.
I remember him just about jumping for joy when I passed my driver's test and him later telling me how grateful he was I was able to drive when he got Parkinson's and needed help getting around.
In his last few days, the fullness came back into his cheeks, and his voice was stronger and clearer. It's almost as if he was being restored. He was making jokes and talking about his childhood. He was still, as he always was, more concerned about how me and my sister were than he was about himself. He went quietly and peacefully, without causing any drama or trouble for anyone. But most of all, he went with dignity. I'm sure he stood tall as he walked up to the gates of heaven, walking purposefully, head held high and maybe even giving God a little fright.
Rest in Peace, Daddy.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Due to scheduling issues (I was only able to get a babysitter this afternoon) I made the delivery to Elizabeth House today.
The final diaper total was:
Cloth diapers = 108
Diaper covers = 79
Disposable diapers = 72
In that pile there were also glass baby bottles, formula, lotion, coupons for formula, soaps, toothbrushes and some spa products from Spa Diva for the moms - yup, we can't forget them!
Thank you to everyone who contributed and I think we should do this again sometime!
If you'd like to read how someone felt making a difference, I recommend my friend's post: A Christmas Donation.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
I know this time of year everybody and their mom is asking for donations and things are tight. But even if you're not able to donate, please forward this info to people you know. The "more the merrier," right? I'm not going to fool myself into thinking I can do this alone.
I've taken some pictures of what I have to donate so far (two boxes!) and I'm sorry I've been slow to upload them and motivate you all!
I have contacted CTV News, but they haven't made a time to send a camera yet.
Good news though - Baby Auric has promised to donate and Huggies has contacted me with some support. So please help me keep the ball rolling!
Monday, November 29, 2010
I'm happy to announce all donations of diapers are going to go to Elizabeth House, a center for young moms. Elizabeth House helps these young women finish their education and receive the support they need.
They currently need small sized diapers - newborn to 6 months.
To maximize our donation, I'm extending the appeal to collect disposable diapers, as well as wipes, cotton cloths, baby soaps, baby powder and lotion.
I'm hoping to make a big delivery to them on Dec.17, 2010. Please contact me before then with any donations!
Friday, November 26, 2010
Perhaps you've heard of Huggies diapers Every Little Bottom Campaign trying to collect donations of diapers to give to those less fortunate. Their studies show 1 in 5 families in North America do not have the funds needed to provide clean diapers to their children on a regular basis. I'm no longer a baby, but this makes me cry!
So while I do use and like Huggies diapers (my son wears them at night!), I want to do something more in line with my beliefs. I am a huge advocate of breastfeeding (it's cheap!) and of cloth diapering (my son wears cloth 90% of the time). I believe cloth diapering is more healthy, more environmentally sustainable and cheaper than constantly buying diapers.
I believe more people on a limited income would choose cloth diapers for their family if they could afford the often intimidating upfront costs of cloth diaper starter packs - often starting at $200 and going up!
However, cloth diapers do not have to be expensive! You can make them yourself if you buy cotton material at the store (around $10/m) and cut them into squares. Often you can get them used, as they do last a long time (and for more than one child), but I know it's not always easy.
All this to say, I'd like to collect new, used or handmade cloth diapers and water proof covers to donate to people in need. The following are some mighty words but I believe giving cloth diapers instead of disposable will do more to eliminate poverty in the long run.
Please help me collect cloth diapers and covers! I will wash and package what I receive into "starter packs" of about 15 diapers, along with care and washing information. I will then deliver them to a Montreal charity (or more than one, if this works well!).
If you have ideas on which charity to donate to or want to help, please contact me here!
I see this project having long term potential: perhaps once a child has grown out of one size, they can bring them back in exchange for the next size up. But before I get too excited, let's start small and see what can be accomplished between now and the new year.
And thanks to Huggies and The Yummy Mummy Club for giving me the motivation!
Saturday, September 25, 2010
I found out just yesterday that an old friend of mine died and I was able to get to the wake in time to pay my respects. I'm still processing all this, so I won't go into too much detail about it, but I spent a sleepless night trying to make sense of her death. I wanted purpose and a meaning or lesson to come out of this death. In the end, what I came up with was that, in essence, she wasn't afraid to live.
So many of us are scared of death, which I think is perfectly normal, but so many of us are simply scared to live life to its full potential. We become paralysed by the unknown and bogged down by all the "what ifs?" that we never take the plunge and fulfil our wildest dreams. I truly believe we can accomplish many, if not all, of our wildest dreams if we work through our fears and make a plan of action.
I'm not saying that my friend was never scared or had doubts - that would mean she wasn't human! But despite those fears, she plunged into life fully and because of that, was able to make a difference in her world.
The only lesson I could glean from her death, and it's a painful way to be reminded, but one I think does her memory justice, is to work through our doubts and fears and stop being more afraid of living than of dying.
In honour of her, please take a moment today to think about what you want out of life and work through whatever fears are stopping you. I'm sure her spirit is up there watching and would gladly help guide you along.
In loving memory of Jasminder Kaur Virdee December 11, 1980 - September 18, 2010