I think I enjoyed my phone and computer free time a bit too much when we were out of town for the funeral. I’ve been blogging in my head instead of actually sitting down and typing my thoughts out for real. Every trip we make to the Bulkley Valley solidifies our drive to make the area our forever home. (Only a year away now!!) The scenery, the community and it’s strong spirit.
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We weren’t in town under the best circumstances but did try to stay focused on our family. We spent our time together cooking, playing, skiing, snow shoeing, driving around looking at available property and visiting with family and friends.
It would be an understatement to say that the current state of affairs triggered the start of some serious healing for Cam. While a lot of his father’s things were thrown out, sold or given away before Cam had a chance to even look through them, quite a few boxes once belonging to his Grannie have been found hidden under masses of stuff in the shed. Cam still needs to go back to pick up these boxes that included many many photos.
Most exciting was rediscovering a safe deposit box of small family heirlooms. It was really confusing at first since some of the items were coincidentally kept in envelopes labelled with my name. The mysterious envelopes clearly predated me with their yellowed tinge and type being made with a typewriter. A call to my genealogy enthused brother came quickly back with a whole lot of amazing information. Turns out I share the same name as Cam’s great grandmother, his great grandparents being one of the first families to live in Vancouver, BC. We also happen to share the same wedding day, although were married 95 years apart.
Finding out about some basic family history previously unknown to Cam has offered him a whole new perspective on not only his family but himself. It’s hard to describe what this knowledge has done for him.
Also in the box was an old newspaper clipping with a picture of Cam as an infant with his dad. The article is about prenatal classes and dad’s being present at births, a new aged idea for the time. Cam’s dad was one of the first people to hold Cam after he was born. This is a pretty awesome thing considering most dad’s at the time didn’t touch their children until they were sometimes five days old! Cam’s dad is quoted “… I now think if any man doesn’t believe he belongs in the hospital when his child is being born he is just not thinking very seriously about it.” Good man.
We visited with family friends as well as our own dear friends on this trip. We are all so lucky to have such support during this sad time. Friends welcomed us into their home last minute and let us stay for the extended time it took before the funeral could take place. The funeral itself was a large event being for both Cam’s step mother and her best friend and with their extensive ties to the community. It was hard to listen to the impossibly perfect things people were saying about their deceased loved ones but I found that if I dissociated myself from my perspective and stayed connected with the way people were feeling in the moment it was bearable and even touching. That night as I lay in bed, I wrote my own eulogy because I can’t stand the idea of people trying to canonise me when I die.
This trip provided Lily and Leif with their first opportunity to ski. It was a little much for Leif. He was so eager to try but simply too scared when he encountered even the slightest of inclines. Lily on the other hand rejoiced in her love for skiing, much to our delight. The cross country skis were used for their intended purpose as well as touring and downhill. Lily would chuck herself down any hill she could find and our friend’s property had plenty of them. It was hilarious to watch!
The groomed and dog friendly cross country trails were super fun too. We enjoyed the fast paced work out it provided.
One of the highlights of the trip was going to a chicken pox brunch! The last time we had the opportunity to get chicken pox Leif was a bit young. We’re still waiting to see if it took and the kids got it. I’ve got my fingers crossed! We really enjoyed spending time with the family who was sharing the pox and the other families there to catch it!
Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home. ~Edith Sitwell