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Posts Tagged ‘death’
I learned about MJ’s death via Twitter.
Thursday, June 25th, 2009RIP: Pandora
Wednesday, January 7th, 2009

Pandora
14 years of age and will be missed.
2009 is off to a wonderful start.
Buried on the 4th of July
Monday, July 7th, 2008Just got back from Aunt Sandra’s funeral in St. John’s.
She finally passed away at 12:30AM July 2ed. We got the call from Mom early Wednesday morning and were on a flight home that afternoon.
Ralph, Sandra Lawson
RALPH – Passed peacefully away on July 02, 2008 at the Miller Centre following a courageous battle with cancer. Sandra Lawson Ralph in her 58th year. Predeceased by parents, Arthur and Violet Ebsary and parents-in-law, Nathan and Edna Ralph. Leaving to mourn her loving and devoted family: husband: Wayne; son: Christopher. Also leaving special family members sister: Marilyn Maxner (Al); brother-in-law: Roy Ralph (Marie); aunt: Olive Mercer; also brother David Ebsary; sisters: Carolyn O’Donnell, Rosalind Ebsary and Lynn Ebsary; nephews: Wayne (Anita), Adam, Ryan and Simon; nieces: Catherine and Diana; treasured friends: Bengina March, Angela James, Mary Corcoran and the Quinlan Family; also a large circle of relatives and friends especially those at Middle Gull Pond. The family will receive visitors at Carnell’s Funeral Home, 329 Freshwater Road on Wednesday from 7:00 – 9:00 p.m. and Thursday from 2:00 p.m. – 4:00 p.m. and 7:00 – 9:00 p.m. Funeral Service to be held on Friday July 4, 2008 at 11:00 a.m. from St. Mark’s Anglican Church, Logy Bay Road. Inurnment to follow at the Anglican Cemetery, Kenmount Road. Flowers gratefully accepted or donations in Sandra’s memory may be made to Daffidol Place. To send a message of condolence or to sign the memorial guest book please visit www.carnells.com.
Aunt Sandra’s wishes were to be cremated immediately before the wake, which was a first for me. Living in Ottawa for the past ~8 years or so my interactions with my family have been limited. So to be told that she finally passed away, for me, was only a data point. It wasn’t real. Like, really, real. I understood it on a intellectual level, but I couldn’t actually feel it. Nothing had actually changed. It was, in some ways, like telling me that it was raining in St. John’s – that maybe so, but I wasn’t at risk of getting wet.
Did that make any sense? Probably not.
In the end, not having a coffin only exaggerated this. It was easy to forget exactly why I was there. Aunt Sandra could have entered the room at any moment as far as I was concerned. But I guess that’s what a funeral is for. To drive the point home, good and hard.
St. Mark’s was packed. I didn’t get a good look, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it was standing room only at the back. Even at the grave site there was at least 50 people, maybe more. She touched a lot of people.
I can’t believe how composed Chris was carrying the ashes into the church and at the inurnment. I would have been a complete mess. But I’m bad like that.
“See You.”
Tuesday, July 1st, 2008A few weeks ago when I was back home I saw my Aunt for the last time. She has terminal cancer and we both knew she wouldn’t be around the next time I was back in Newfoundland.
I’d like to say that that afternoon was filled with really deep thoughts but the truth of the matter was there wasn’t anything to say. She was weak and tired and just laying on the couch all the time. And what could I say? Aunt Sandra isn’t the type of person who likes tears and I certainly didn’t want to leave her with that. At least I didn’t think so.
When the time for us to go eventually came I gave her a big hug but didn’t know what to say on my way out the door.
I totally wimped out and said: “See you!”
What the hell is that? See you!?!? I’m still disgusted with myself over that.
Aunt Sandra is currently in palliative care and the nurses say she doesn’t have much time left, in fact they suggested to mom that I can start making my arrangements now… In the morning we’ll be booking tickets to fly home.
Well its all right, even when push comes to shove
Well its all right, if you got someone to love
Well its all right, everything’ll work out fine
Well its all right, were going to the end of the line
-The Travelling Wilburys, The End of the Line
I looked into a dead girl’s eyes today.
Monday, April 7th, 2008It was just a glimpse from across the road as my bus passed the crosswalk between the Rideau Centre and DND. She was flat on her back against the curb with one of those extended buses still towering over her. A firetruck was stopped and medics were examining her and I could hear a siren of an ambulance trying to get through traffic to reach her.
She looked young, Asian, possibly with blood on her face. Maybe it was hair. All I really noticed was her eyes, dark and glassy.
I don’t know for sure if she was dead, but her eyes had a vacant look to them. Maybe she was just unconscious.
I hope so.
I stumbled across this set of portraits taken before and after death. There’s something missing in all of them.