In honour of my father and his well-lived life

2016-09-21T10:16:18-04:00August 27th, 2016|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , , , , |1 Comment

(The Hamilton Spectator - Saturday, August 27, 2016) HAMILTON, CANADA ✦ It was a different time and place on the day I watched another human being die in my father’s arms. I was just a boy. Bert had epileptic seizures, medically uncontrollable then. Tall and lanky, he’d crumple and fall hard on the floor in the house, or outside under the apple tree, or in places between, shaking, convulsing, rigid as a board. I’d watch. All the time. Bert lived with us.