words from the coast

Three years ago today my father passed away after a long, painful struggle with Parkinson’s Disease. Watching our loving, kind, stubborn, athletic, highly intelligent, spiritual, open-minded, sometimes silly, and life-loving father lose nearly all functional parts of his physical and mental self was tough to see.

We’ll be moving on February 11th over to Coquitlam, just one town away. Our new but older house is situated above the town up from Dawes Hill–not far from the lovely Fraser River, the longest river in British Columbia. The neighborhood is full of unique and rather large houses, with atypical large lots for the …