Life and Death

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The Cat is Out of the Bag

It was never a secret, but now the cat is definitely out of the bag or the genie is out of the bottle, if you like. It is official: Glenn and I are selling our Trent Lakes home and moving to our Nova Scotia home. We have talked about this ad nauseum for the past ten years, but it always seemed beyond our reach.  At 60 and 61, not at all old by today’s standards, we feel we have reached the…

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Keep on the Sunny Side…If You Can

The day had to come sooner or later. Sunday is the big day when I will fly from Halifax to Toronto. I am looking forward to going home and getting that first glimpse of my sweetheart, Glenn, waiting for me at the luggage carousel with a bouquet of roses and hand-dipped chocolate truffles in hand. (Just joking about roses and truffles.)

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First Things First in 2017

I hate to be a wet blanket. (Actually, I am being a warm, fuzzy blanket.) less than a week into the new year BUT, I feel obligated to do my small part to provide important information you may need this week. My big question for you is, “Do you have an up-to-date LAST WILL & TESTAMENT?”

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Eulogy for a Grandfather

In the minds of his grandchildren, he was a “cool dude.” Nobody’s Grandfather measured up to theirs. He bore no resemblance to the soft-spoken, sweet, gentle grandfathers of storybooks. No, Gramp had found the fountain of excitement. He saw nothing wrong with an eight-year-old running a wood splitter, a ten-year-old operating a chainsaw, a five-year-old driving his ATV or an eleven-year-old using a shotgun. After all, they had to learn sometime. Why not now? His grandchildren: Jason and Darcy Roache; Cindy, Jonathan, and Tim Roache; Jeremy and Allison Clark; and Maria Roache could write a dilly of a book about Gramp.

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A Tribute to a Very Special Nephew

Jonathan, you were a treasured son, brother, grandson, nephew, cousin and friend. You packed a lot of living into your nineteen years. You left us with wonderful memories that demonstrate just how special you were. In our minds, you are forever a vibrant, strong, handsome young man. One of these days, we’ll be seeing you, Nanny & Papa Townsend, Nanny & Grampy Roache, Aunt Ceinwen and many, many more. We will have a lot of catching up to do…

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A Tragic Tale

My Great-grandparents, John Roache Sr. and Wilhemina Williams Roache, raised a large family of four sons: Leonard, Lyman, Norman and John Jr. and four daughters; Agusta (Gusty), Leona, Serena (Renee) and Jennie — in rugged conditions at the very end of West Head. Keeping enough food on the table was constant challenge for the family.

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Just Mom and Me…

I think about Mom every day and I’ve been thinking about her more than usual with Mother’s Day only a couple of days away. Mom passed away in the twinkling of an eye on September 1, 1998. We had no warning; nobody had a chance to say good-bye. That was probably best because Mom didn’t like goodbyes anyway. We were all too soft-hearted. The good news is, that we will always have a little piece of Mom with us in the…

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We’ll be Seeing You…

We’ll Be Seeing You…
While we were in Nova Scotia this year we received the phone call that all adult children dread. It was Glenn’s Mom, Annie, calling to tell us that his Dad, had been taken to the hospital with some serious health issues. For a while it looked like he would recover to the point that he could leave the hospital, but that was not to be.

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I Sure do Miss That White-Haired Daddy of Mine…

  April 1st marked the 4th anniversary of Dad’s death. He was and always will be a unique, talented, multi-faceted character in my mind. Others may choose words such as inventor,  genius, enigma, weirdo or oddball. We are quick to admit that he marched to the beat of a very different drummer. It was impossible to predict what he would say or do.

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