Because all the cool kids are doing it, I wanted to briefly raise a glass (okay, coffee mug) to some of the MOMs I know.
If you did not make the list, it is probably only because I do not have a photo of you…please know how much respect I have for you and the sacrifices you have made to raise those biohazardous containers of goo more commonly described as children.
My great grandmother (second from left) holds down the fort with her brood: (l to r) Fran, Dorothy, John, Lee. The youngest, Lee, left us last year to end that generation.
My best man and good friend Voula, who cradles her infant in perhaps the sweetest photo I have ever taken
The bread of my brother Scott’s life are our mom, Jan, and his lovely wife Jenn, mother to 3 amazing children of infinite energy
Leela (laft) clowns around with our friend Piper, a woman of indomitable spirit and amazing mom to Ash.
Brother Scott and I (yes, that’s what I used to look like) flank our great grandmother Ruby
Nat and her husband John try to convince Aidan that the dog will not eat him…Aidan is now a giant
My cousin Sue, just a few years ago, not even thinking of the karmic retribution about to fall on her head in the form of two beautiful daughters
My brother Scott with our beloved grandmother Dorothy (above) and our mom Jan (below)
Aside from my wife and my mother, the most important woman in my life was my grandmother Dorothy, who encouraged and advised me at every turn in my life. I stayed with my grandparents while I attended college and my first apartment was literally two doors down the same apartment hallway. She has always been my friend.
Dorothy passed away last year. When she did, I was given an old family photo album and as I have this nice little scanner, I thought hmmmm.
In honour of Mother’s Day and because my grandmother’s birthday was May 15th, I offer the following retrospective album of Gram as I have known her and as I wish you all could have.
If she were still alive, I am confident she would be worried all to hell about my current artistic adventures and spirit journey, but I also know she would give me all her love and support…and maybe a few hands of cribbage to keep me honest.
I miss you, Gram.
No mangers or donkeys, just my grandmother and I by the Christmas tree
My mother, grandmother and great-grandmother fighting over who got to hold me next (Mom eventually won)
My grandparents liked to clown around every summer when they would haul trailer to Algonquin
They were the Lucy and Ricky of my family…and if you don’t know the reference, look it up
No matter how old I got, my grandmother always had the same expression when I was telling her something important
Part of the Western haul was a stop in Canmore, Alberta
We stopped at the salmon sluices at Hell’s Gate
My grandparents took me on their annual western drive to BC, where I finally met my cousins Susan and Ian
My grandmother had a magnificent sense of humour, and laughed even harder when she didn’t get it
Pre-Xmas dinner at my brother’s house a handful of years ago
You’d never guess that my grandmother was a proud woman from this photo. Scott, my brother, seems a little unsettled
She adored her great-grandson Cameron
Two very important ladies. Leela and I took Gram to a Moroccan restaurant for her birthday…couldn’t get her to belly dance
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