My Tata (grandfather) was a pretty dynamic man. Deeply flawed. Complicated. Tough. Brazen. Stubborn. A bit like life, I suppose.
I was nine years old when he passed away and even then I knew this man was complex. Although I spent a lot of time with him and my Nana Dorthy I remember feeling a [...]
After seeing the film “Dear Zachary: A Letter To A Son About His Father”, I now am begging people to watch it. You will cry, yes, but you will come out of it with the thought that yes, indeed, friends do matter – and so do good-byes.
In this post I look at my Uncle Andy’s death and what it taught me about community.