Dad always was telling us stories of his childhood at the cottage at Twin Lakes. His lifelong love of swimming began there, his strong sense of family grew there, and I know that part of his heart always stayed there.
This morning I had a call from my aunt (dad’s sister) that my uncle (dad’s brother) passed away last night. He was the one sibling who stayed in New Liskeard, ran the family law office, and raised his family there.
My heart aches for my cousins. They lost their mom only a couple of months before my mom died. It’s a lot to process at the best of times, but it’s just so close.
One thing I know for sure is that family is filled with love. I have been on the receiving end of it, and I’m so happy to be part of it.
Today I told my kids the stories I remembered dad telling me of his childhood back home and how my uncle loved and looked after his family.
Dad and his siblings 19 years ago at my wedding