03/07/2026
Hey 👋.
It's been awhile since I've written on my blog. I really didn't find it too hard writing about some of the things that happened because chaos was just our normal everyday way of life and when it came to my Mom's childhood I heard those stories told and re-told my entire life, but things changed when I called my Uncle (my Mom's older brother) after I wrote my 4th story. He lives in Slave Lake Alberta and I so wish he lived closer to speak to him face to face rather than just a phone call. I wanted to get more information about how old they were and where they lived when certain things happened because he is the oldest and remembers more than my Mom. I remember listening to him, my Mom, and their other siblings talk about things that happened quite often so I was not expecting the phone call to go the way it did. He started to cry, I made my 84 year old uncle cry. All those conversations over all those years not once did I see any of them cry while they sat around the table having drinks and sharing their memories. Something happens to us as we age. We get softer, we aren't running around raising a family, working crazy hours and trying to hold everything and everyone together so things start to get quiet and it's in the quiet where we remember, we really remember. We spoke for over an hour and what I came away with more than anything was this 84 year old man still misses his Father and the relationship he never got to have with him. How strange life is. We scroll and scroll to land on our birth year when we're filling out an online form but inside we're all still children holding onto trauma.
A new story is coming in the next couple of days.
Tough times are coming with this new war but we've been through tough times before. Good times never last but neither does the bad.
Much love to all of you ❤️
Jeannie xo
