Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Mom, you are at peace now. The battle is over.
It’s been quite a ride! Remember, it was January 13, 1945 when we arrived in Hamilton, ON. You, a lovely blonde WW II bride from England, and me, your son of 14 month’s. There was a metre of freshly fallen snow around Hamilton’s CN station, and only Grandmother Shaw was there to great us. We were alone! I still have that Hamilton Spectator photograph which had captured the event. Dad was still serving this country as a Canadian army soldier in Europe until war’s end. We had left a patchwork land (where the snowdrops bloom in February) for this great country. Somehow, you found the courage to battle against incredible odds to carve out a life here. To make matters worse, I was infected with polio shortly thereafter, and still you fought on! Life was never easy for you. There was no silver spoon! There were no handouts! I could write a book about our lives.
Be still and rest now. The pain has stopped!
Your eldest son Gary, Dipl.T (Mohawk > honours), B.A.Sc. (University of Waterloo, EE> honours), M.A.Sc.( (University of Waterloo, EE> honours), P.Eng. (Elect), Bus. Admin. (Humber, Honours), etc.
And, FLO, R.N., O.H.N
