The past five days have been such a blur – I’m not even really sure what day of the week it is today. It’s Saturday right?
On Tuesday morning my parents were on their way back from my sister’s house in Toronto when my dad started having chest pain. After a couple transfers between various hospitals, the day ended at one AM in a waiting room at the Peter Munk Cardiac centre at Toronto General Hospital.
Today, my dad’s making a good recovery from a double heart by-pass, but like I said, it’s been a really long week (especially for my dad).
Dad, I know you can’t read this right now but you’re my most loyal and long standing reader, and it’s not the same around here without you. Get well soon and I promise I’ll keep tabs of things while you’re gone.
P.s today the mayor of our small town stopped me on the Main Street to hear about how you were doing. If you ever had a doubt, you should know that you’ve laid down some pretty deep roots ’round these parts.
All my love, from the bottom of my heart,
a little story about how mike and i met.
unbeknownst to each other, we were in the same graduate program from the start. It was the same program except not really. he’s an anglophone but mike was in the french stream of the school, and he had started a year before me.
considering these things, there was really no way our paths would cross given the circumstances.
a friend of mine convinced me to take an elective she had signed up for. it wasn’t even within our program. i went along not really knowing what to expect but happy to fill up my schedule so i could graduate in time.
he kept mostly to himself, unlike me, i make small talk with strangers.
which sounds about right because i remember him as a bit stand-offish and aloof.
so then he says i was a social butterfly. which is code for, he thought i might have been a bit snobby.
the first time we exchanged words it was to switch presentation dates. he had the first time slot, i had the last.
he likes to put things off, i like to get them done right away.
as they say, potato/potato.
so it was a chance meeting. but aren’t all meetings chance after all?
the rest is history.
ah yes. first impressions are the best.