Honour St. Patrick’s Day #stpatricksday #paddysday

Let’s commemorate the patron saint of Ireland 🇮🇪 with the festive green colour.  It doesn’t have to be with green beer!

I’m not Irish, nor do I have any Irish blood in my veins, but that doesn’t mean I can’t take part in the fun.  Did you know that the shamrock is a piece of clover that is used as a metaphor for the Christian Trinity (the Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit)?IMG_0502While we can dive right into the festive fun with all the regular leprechaun and, luck of the Irish type of fun, I prefer to keep it subtle and simple.

I usually try to incorporate more green foods into the day’s meals like:

  • avocado
  • green grapes
  • lettuce
  • asparagus
  • brussels sprouts
  • broccoli
  • kiwi
  • green apple
  • pears
  • zucchini

… to name just a few!

Have fun with it!  You can always set up a buffet-style dinner and have everyone sample a bit from all the different dishes.  So go overboard with it.  You can be a wee bit Irish.

Join Me in Signing The Petition #PrideTO

Hello,

I just signed the petition, “Pride Toronto Executive : Allow Police Services to March & Be Present In Uniform at Toronto Pride.” I think this is important. Will you sign it too?

Here’s the link:


https://www.change.org/p/pride-toronto-executive-allow-police-services-to-march-be-present-in-uniform-at-toronto-pride?utm_medium=email&utm_source=notification&utm_campaign=signature_receipt&share_context=signature_receipt&recruiter=666980501

Thanks,
Jeannine

The Painful Mourning Continues; Or Does It? #AlzheimersSucks

A fresh, new year has begun … do I feel happy? No,, not at all. My thoughts are with my mom that recently passed away. I am hurting. My entire family (small as it is) is hurting, and I don’t know if the pain will ever pass. In the past two weeks I haven’t had a full night’s sleep yet; my mind can’t shut off, and the anxiety in my chest is tight.

It’s true that people act differently with death. It’s a difficult time that tugs at all of your emotions. You laugh, you cry, you talk, you ache, you mourn, you scream, etc. What I didn’t expect was the appearance of normalcy. How can life go back to normal after losing your mom? Will life ever be normal again?

When I learned of my mom’s death I was shocked. I knew that Alzheimer’s would get her, and I hoped sooner rather than later because it’s not living, but I still didn’t expect it just yet. Other then Alzheimer’s, my mom was healthy! Reality is it’s always a shock when death occurs. This is probably why I was in a daze, and still am. The violent shock was like a tsunami in the ocean of life!

Arranging the funeral was the furthest from my mind. Who wants to look through catalogues of coffins, flowers, cards, and coffin accessories? Really?! NO ONE!  

The “I’m sorrys”; although appreciated, are just sounds coming from mouths. I hear and see everything but nothing really makes sense. Did someone say something? Ask something? I don’t know. All I know is that the pain is ever present.

After living through all this pain, I now have to deal with lawyers in two countries. I have to take care of settling my mom’s affairs. That means banks, real estate, belongings, lawyers, governments, bills, and taxes. I will be in a whirlwind of numbing pain, while making numerous decisions for several months. I will have to force myself to face making difficult decisions.

What this means is I will have to postpone true mourning and grieving until all tasks have been finalized. I miss my mom. Quite frankly, I can’t believe she’s actually gone.