death

2017 November

Unanswered prayers and the unexpected things in life

2017-11-13T12:20:46+00:00 November 11th, 2017|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , , |0 Comments

The young lady was my heart’s desire. She was my long-time prayer. This, when I was a much younger version of myself. It was on the 11th day of the 11th month when her letter arrived. She wrote briefly and dispassionately. Her words drained the room of colour.

2017 October

Happy Death Day: here’s to getting clarity in life

2017-10-31T21:28:41+00:00 October 31st, 2017|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , , , |0 Comments

I walked through the cemetery today. I often do. It was me and the cold and the wet and my old umbrella. The umbrella is covered in deco of old newspaper headlines: the Jays won the World Series; Gorbachev was dismantling the USSR. My umbrella and I blew around like the news

2017 June

Many Ontario doctors caught in euthanasia dilemma

2017-09-29T11:21:44+00:00 June 2nd, 2017|Categories: Hamilton Spectator|Tags: , , , |6 Comments

He’s a friend. A doctor. His name is Stuart. I stood at the front door of his home, my son beside me. Stuart is the keeper of the children’s bicycles while we’re abroad. We swung by to make arrangements to get them. That’s all it was, an ordinary May evening. But the world was somehow different. Its axis had shifted. At least for Stuart. He’d just returned from Queen’s Park, he informed me, with other doctors lobbying for a

2016 March

So grab death and scream “Mine!” And what does it turn into?

2017-07-18T01:03:59+00:00 March 20th, 2016|Categories: Daily Dad|Tags: , , , , , |0 Comments

It’s bedtime. Liz needs to get to the kitchen to make her snack for the next day. “Dad!” she says. “I’m afraid to go out there. Something’s there. I can feel it in my bones!” “That’s arthritis.” + But, really, it’s the kids who often come up with the most though-provoking comments. Sometimes they’re funny. [...]

2016 March

Grab death and scream “mine!” And what does it turn into?

2017-07-18T01:12:45+00:00 March 19th, 2016|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , , , , |0 Comments

(The Hamilton Spectator – Saturday March 19, 2016) MUKONO, UGANDA ✦ It was getting late and she, my 12-year-old, sat on the couch and looked into the nothingness and pulled from the air a comment as plain and profound as any. "You know," she said, "People don't know how good they have it." This is what happens when you live in Africa. You see things. Life. People. Suffering. Death sometimes. You get perspective. "They don't know," Liz said. "People don't know." Canadians don't know. This is what she said.

2016 February

Don’t read. Don’t feel. Don’t think. (And DON’T tell the kids.)

2017-07-18T01:21:34+00:00 February 3rd, 2016|Categories: Daily Dad|Tags: , , , , |0 Comments

You never know what might happen when you pick up a book, even a book that has sat on your bookshelf for years like an old bottle of wine aged good and long for just the right moment. Such a book might even wake somebody up. That is the beauty of books, of course, their [...]

2016 February

How a world with assisted suicide would look

2017-07-18T01:22:39+00:00 February 1st, 2016|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , , , |2 Comments

(The Hamilton Spectator - Monday, February 1, 2016) It's 2049 and I'm an old man. I've made my decision. (At least I thought I made it.) It's for release. I've been given a choice in a pleasant manner for an injection or capsules. Soon this will all be over, another release into elsewhere, into eternity. They're out there, opinion polls on this procedure, on "release," what in your day was called "doctor-assisted suicide." Apparently most people are in favour. You have to wonder, though, about the questions.