I really felt the need to talk to my mom before sharing the Mother’s Day podcast with Echo’s Lisa Boivin and Scott Clark, where we bare a bunch of deep stuff for the ‘To North Bay With Love’ episode released Thursday.
Missing was some more context and updated info so people could better understand what I was trying to say, which was hard to articulate when you’re all choked up. https://www.northbayecho.ca/what-does…
Basically, Lisa shared a story about a pivotal moment in the relationship between her mother, “Sal”, and her. It came at a time her mom was contemplating a splitting up of the marriage. That brought me back to a similar time with my mom, about 20-some years ago when my dad was drinking too much, risking everything by driving home from golf courses in a scary way. I supported my mom’s position regarding the ultimatum that came, and he wisely smartened up enough to keep things connected.
What I didn’t really explain well was how she was rewarded for the decision with a decade of his dementia journey. Not a fun ride and full marks to her sticking it out. This little video is actually more of a testament to how things are better now, she’s able to live like she couldn’t for years … and that’s great. I am proud of my mom, she didn’t have it easy one step of the way, and I like who she has become through it all. She feels good about herself these days, as she should.
As part of this video, I am proud to share some of our time together with several interviews between cribbage games recorded at Easter. We have a good time playing cards, joking and talking about all things, the sweet and not so sweet. I know I’m lucky to still have a mother around to share time with and I hope you can at least remember the good times you had.
Writer, photographer and proud father. My mom’s family is from the Soo with its Algoma Highlands, dad hailed from Cobden in the Ottawa Valley and I spent my teen years in Capreol. Summers were at the beach on the Vermillion River and winters at ‘The Rink.’ Born in East York but Toronto never was my thing. Ever since a kid looking out the window on long trips, I imagined living on the highway in a little house with a big yard and trees growing all around me.
