Resting in Peace

Resting in Peace

Yesterday the family laid my brother to rest. His ashes in my arms, my family and I walked him to his final resting place, shared memories, wept, and said goodbye. My Brother-The-Middle-Boy and I remained behind to stand by the graveside, and witness my brother’s burial, laid to rest beside our Father. I feel better knowing where he rests, and that he was placed there gently and with respect.

My Mom and sisters prepared a luncheon at my Sister-The-Youngest-Girl’s house, and there we gathered afterward. It was lovely, and it gave me the gift of peace. We are a diverse group of individuals, my immediate family, joined together by an enduring love for my dear departed brother, and for one another. There is beauty even in sad times.

Mom is doing well, it is very hard for her. She keeps busy taking care of the her “brood”, me, my sisters, my brothers, and the Grandchildren. She looked so beautiful yesterday.

My little brother at my Granny and Grandpa’s house in the 1970s. This is where we reunited last summer, when he was on vacation there, enjoying days of fishing out on the lake with a friend. He too loved my Granny and Grandpa, the house, and our memories. I am struck by how very fortunate I, and my siblings and cousins are, to belong to this very special special time and place, woven out of the wilderness by our Granny and Grandpa and our parents. My Brother-The-Youngest-Boy expressed the same sentiment at our luncheon, that we are very lucky to have had our Grandparent’s and their way of life in our lives.
A photo taken by my dear departed brother, in the 70s. He is standing just yards down the road from my Granny and Grandpa’s house, looking north. So many times my Granny took my brother and I for walks along this road! In the photo it is paved, but when we were small it was a gravel road, which would be oiled in the summer to keep the dust under control. Oh the joy of walking barefoot down that road, hot under the foot in the sunny spots, and oh so cool and smooth in the shade.

The farm house and barn in the distance belonged to my Great Grandfather and Great Grandmother, and that is where my Grandpa lived through much of his childhood. Later my Uncle Alec, a bachelor, would live there. We all loved to visit Uncle Alec, he was lively, sharp as a tack, and always smiling. My Brother-The-Youngest-Boy reminisced about gathering at Uncle Alec’s house to watch the hockey games in the 60s. Fellows would come from all around he said, to watch the game with Uncle Alec, who had one of the few television sets.


The heat wave continues, as does the drought. An unforgettable summer.

Worldly Distractions


Date: 7:00 AM EDT Sunday 7 August 2016
Condition:Mainly Sunny
Pressure: 101.2 kPa
Tendency: rising
Visibility: 24 km
Temperature: 17.6°C
Dewpoint: 14.2°C
Humidity: 80%
Wind: WNW 9 km/h


“…the safest course is to do nothing against one’s conscience. With this secret, we can enjoy life and have no fear from death.”
1694 – 1778


  1. TopsyTurvy (Teri)

    I’m glad that you’ve found peace. I think sharing these kinds of events helps a lot.

    I too feel lucky to have been able to share in my grandparents lives. I think experiencing their warm yet courageous lives has helped me be more open to people while at the same time perhaps making me stronger than many. I hope so.

    We’ve had some nighttime rains and slightly cooler temps this weekend. We’ve been able to turn off the air conditioning in the evenings and open the windows.

    I agree wholeheartedly with Voltaire and have been mostly successful with that, I think.

  2. Teri, we have had no rain at all, and the temperature continues to rise above 30C every day, it is very tiresome. There are trees dying all over the place, that have grown on shallow and/or sandy soil, mostly poplars, but other species have died as well. I remember such a dry summer in the late 80s, my entire lawn died and then then it rained and the weeds took over.

    I rather think you have been mostly successful with keeping your conscious clear Ter!

  3. Steve-Paul Simms

    Glad your family was able be together to scatter your brother’s ashes. A beautiful, if solemn, rite. We will be en masse to scatter Lynn’s later this month. Hugs.

  4. NORA

    What a warm and loving entry. Your brother looks like a very handsome young man. I would have loved to have known him. That’s the feeling I got looking at the photo.

    I love the photo too of your Great Grandparent’s home. and barn. Is there anything better then country living?


  5. Thanks Nora, I always felt my three brothers to be very handsome men, but I am aware of my own prejudice, seeing them through the eyes of love. My dear departed brother was a charming and intelligent man, he was well loved. For my part, he was always the little boy with the mischevioius dancing eyes, my first buddy in the world, and that is how I saw him.

    Country living can be quite wonderful Nora, but it depends on the people, as it does anywhere else. We were so very lucky to have a large loving family around my Granny and Grandpa’s place when we were growing up. We loved it, I literally thought it was heaven when I was very small. It was a place where we were known and felt connected. It wasn’t perfect by any means, but it had a feeling to it that I have only experienced in one other community in my life, which was not a geographic community, but a conglomeration of artists and musicians living in Toronto.
    Modern rural life in the same area now is monster houses and cottages and grasping, ambitious people who think the good life is expensive cars and trucks, big boats, and treating other people as competitors or servants. I mourn the loss of the community as much as I mourn the loss of my Granny and Grandpa and my brother.

  6. Sigh. I am almost wordless lately. Your entry holds so much love.
    We also need rain badly. Our trees are dying too. It’s like fall here with leaves on the ground, all brown and crumpled up. But all we seem to be having is more very hot stuff.

  7. Thank you Joan! I do hope that Yuma gets rain, it is much warmer there than it is here, so that any humidity would be very uncomfortable. It isn’t too humid here, just dry, dry, dry. I have never seen anything quite like it in my lifetime. I am taking note of the drought tolerant weeds, because they will be the ones I favour in our yard. So far the Birdsfoot Trefoil seems to be managing, and the roadside Wild Chicory and Queen Anne’s Lace are looking healthy. There are a lot of totally dead lawns in this part of the world, they won’t be coming back. It is will be interesting to see what people do when it does rain, because the grass hasn’t survived and the yards will be mud.

  8. I loved my brother very deeply Bex, as I do all my brothers and sisters. He and I were babies together, we were the first friend either of us had in our lives, so we had a very special bond. It will take me a long time to reconcile myself to the fact that he is gone.

    Dry there too! This drought seems to be fairly widespread. The young girl who lives in the house behind us has worn all the brown grass to dust where she rides her golf cart around the yard, she is followed by billowing dust everywhere she goes. Rain, when it comes, will be interesting.

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