Tuesday, November 10, 2015
The leaves are not giving quite as colourful a display anymore and it's too early to want to think of Christmas. The weather is usually rainy and cold as well, and I wonder why didn't I book a trip somewhere warm and sunny the first week in November.
When I taught report card writing was another thing that spoiled November.
Some people don't like January but by then the days are getting longer and when you live in Vancouver you can see new growth beginning. I went away in February last year for three weeks and missed my crocuses! I am planning another trip this spring but feeling a bit sad I probably won't see some of the bulbs I planted in bloom. So January I can tolerate...
And that is another thing about November, I always end up still planting bulbs and it's cold or damp or both.
I don't think I like change in some ways. I like holidays but I am usually late in preparations and then don't want to let them go. So now in the second week of November I can feel myself easing in, content to stay home this evening and think that maybe a fire in my fireplace would be cozy.
I am going to try to embrace the Danish concept of "Hygge", the idea of welcoming winter and enjoying the "coziness". Okay, Vancouver doesn't have a very wintry winter but the nights are long and we do have many grey days. But yesterday, although it was November, was brilliant and I made sure I took advantage of it.
So embrace the darkness and find your favourite afghan to wrap up in. And maybe I will tell you the time I had two winters in one year...
Posted by meredyth kezar at 7:30 PM
Friday, October 30, 2015
Tuesday night I was in a good mood and again the next morning and realized I really had been feeling very sad ever since I found this out Thursday night. Curious in a way since I hadn't seen him probably in at least 25 years. The last time I spoke with him, he was in Burnaby, and wanted to know if I could get together with him that night but I was exhausted-school-probably an after school meeting, and I just couldn't face going out to Burnaby. Needless to say, I wish I had found the energy, but as a friend said I had no way of knowing that I missed that last time seeing him.
Each year there would be the news and an invitation to visit. I did go to Nova Scotia a few times but that meeting never seemed to happen. And other than the airport and a couple of hours downtown I haven't spent any time in Halifax in about 38 years.
We met at Queen's when we were both doing our Bachelors in Education, but we weren't in the same program or courses. A mutual friend introduced us and we became good friends. I was impressed by his self-discipline and although not someone you typically thought of as a jock he would run each evening to the pool on Main Campus about a mile away from West Campus where we were and swim for an hour and run back. He was also in the experimental elementary education module which was also a bit brave in the early seventies when you were a male and had a degree, especially at a university like Queen's. Until that year, only high school had teachers trained at MacArthur.
We made a movie together-I think we signed up for a short course on film making, and cast our friends with dramatic aspirations in our film. I know we loved doing this and it was all about the life of a teacher in and out of school. I have no idea what happened to this brief "masterpiece". We were idealistic and wondered I guess as well how we would adjust to the life of a school teacher.
He ended up teaching in Halifax and coached swimming and I met him several times when he brought swim teams to Ottawa and then Montreal. My last principal in Montreal had a nephew who was on his team and I knew how well respected he was by his team members and their families. That time in Burnaby he was staying with the family of one of his former swimmers.
I remember him and a friend staying with me in Montreal-I think they were on their way to Europe where they ended up at the home of one of my friends there. Angela's parents wanted them to go to her wedding although they had never met her. I loved that story! He was also very kind of another friend of mine who moved to Nova Scotia.
He briefly went into administration and decided it wasn't for him and went back to just teaching, and then ended up coaching swimming full time, becoming the head coach at Dalhousie and received many honours. He did a masters and a law degree as well along the way as well. After retirement he ended up being convinced to coach the Acadia Team for this last academic year where he had once been a member of the swim team.
I kept thinking I would see him the next trip to Nova Scotia and maybe visit their cottage in Prince Edward Island, but that just didn't happen. I had no idea he had apparently been diagnosed with cancer years before.
I was so moved by the beautiful tributes from so many of his former students. There have been newspaper articles and a beautiful obituary. It was very clear that David was one of those people whose basic goodness and kindness were consistent. And funny how I don't remember as many details as I wish, but I can still hear his voice with that Nova Scotian lilt.
I so wish I had had a chance to catch up or made a real point of doing so. I always felt that it was a friendship that could have been easily picked up again.
Emails have gone back and forth with our mutual friend, Patti, who lives near Toronto. She had seen him briefly in the spring and a couple of years earlier had made a trip with him and his partner, Alex, through the Maritimes. She said she wished she was rich and we could charter a plane and go to the memorial this Saturday. I had had a similar thought...I thought it was lovely that some of his former swim team members had their own memorial to him in Calgary this week.
A life too short but definitely well lived. I skimmed a critique of The Mountain and The Valley and the author cited an interview with Ernest Buckler where the author said, "Heart is what we live by; I don't think we live by mind, I think we live by heart". And when I read all these beautiful memories and how he inspired and encouraged and nurtured them as people not just as swimmers, it struck me how David lived by heart.
Now back to the title of this piece. When you are younger, the people who die are first your grandparents' generation, then your parents' generation with only an occasional person your age. Then it seemed suddenly it began being more my generation. Ten years ago a friend was diagnosed with bone cancer and almost five years later died. Another close friend from childhood died that year as well suddenly. Last year two friend's husbands died the same day. And I could go on. Recently a close friend here was diagnosed with stage four cancer and I was once again devastated.
The other day another friend, talked about having to learn to say good-bye. Basically as we get older there are more people that we will have to say good-bye to. And we kind of have to learn to handle this…
And yes, we do have to learn to say good-bye-and probably each time it is different, but I also know that spirits live on. Scenes for instance just live on in my mind for one thing. I can see my friend, Kitty, dancing on a boat in Goa or feeling her clutch on to my arm as we had a ride wild ride in the back of a car in New Delhi. I can remember how it felt walking around our small town with my friend, May, waiting, for our lives to really begin; and then almost fifty years later spending an evening with her beautiful daughters and the grandchildren she didn't know would exist…And right now I feel so happy that so many young people were coached by David and still feel his influence on so many aspects of their lives. I am so glad my friend had such a deeply fulfilling life and that I had the pleasure of his friendship.
Friday I saw this perfect cartoon just when I needed to. So here is to a life well lived...
Posted by meredyth kezar at 9:01 PM
I always find reentry a little strange-putting my life back into this orbit, but I do love living here.
I had a somewhat frustrating summer after my falling down garage in my backyard was taken down and then the contractor quit. My backyard was finally put back together the week I after I returned, and perhaps the landscapers' hard work in the back yard, motivated me to work on cleaning out the attic some.
But I am so happy I grew up where and when I did in the Eastern Townships, and I loved being young in Montreal. And yes, I loved going home...
Posted by meredyth kezar at 8:19 AM