Friday, November 1, 2024

Kathy

My sister Kathy died on October 12, 2024, at her home in Kitchener, ON at the age of 61. I was by her side and had been for several days. She was suffering so much, I was grateful when she passed. 

I have been thinking about her every day. 

At her Celebration of Life, I kept searching the family faces, really expecting that she was there somehow, somewhere. 

These past few years we would call each other and spend hours on the phone talking. I would get to Kitchener and we'd go out for lunch. One trip she treated me to a mani-pedi. I so wish we had more time ahead to spend together.

It was the very end of August and I realized we still hadn't celebrated her birthday together. When I'd called to wish her Happy Birthday she'd been coughing, and on our latest call her voice was so faint I had a hard time hearing her on the phone. I had such a strong urge to see her, so Rob and I drove to Kitchener to take her out for lunch. Much gratitude I listened to that urge. When she opened the door, we could see she wasn't well. She didn't want to talk about it, but we learned it was cancer. 7 different kinds, all at once. 

I was next to her when she passed 6 weeks later, again a strong urge not to leave her side. It was Thanksgiving weekend but I decided to stay with her in Kitchener rather than head elsewhere... there was no point in going anywhere as she would be all I could think about anyway. So I stayed, and I am truly thankful I was there.
<Spouse of the late Daniel George Emery (2008). Loving Mother of Dan, John, Eric and Chris. Cherished grandmother of Nicholas, Destiny, Skylar, Serenity, Terry, Mercedes, John Jr., William, Autumn and Araya.
Great-grandmother of Daniel, Marilyn and Lincoln. Sister of Diane, David, Michael, Alex and Patrick. Will be greatly missed by many nieces, nephews and cousins.
Predeceased by her parents, James and Marion Bickers, son, Steven Emery (1987) and granddaughter, Brooklyn (2015)Kathy Adrianna Emery (nee Bickers) was an amazing wife, mother, sibling, daughter and friend. She led a full life. She was recognized as an unsung hero for her volunteer efforts in the community and worked as a chef and later, a tattoo artist. We all admired her strength and courage as she faced life's challenges. Kathy passed away peacefully at home, surrounded by family. 
We will miss her every day.>
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I shared the following at her Celebration of life on November 1st:

When life got tough, so did Kathy. She found out this past August that she had seven different types of cancer, and started making preparations. Finalizing her will, choosing the cemetery, thinking about how she wanted her graveside service.

I’m certain Kathy would have been pleased we chose the Day of the Dead to hold her service and Celebration of Life. Kathy was a very spiritual person, not a religious one. She didn’t want a Christian burial, and wanted something unique. And, if we could’ve pulled it off, there would have been sword swallowers, fire breathers, and a white horse to escort the companion urn to the Columbarium. A trained raven would have dropped a stone onto the urn in the niche, and then flown into the trees above to watch over us all.

As I’m sure Kathy is watching us now.

Kathy was such a very determined and courageous person.

She chose to die at home. This wasn’t some romantic notion, she knew exactly how hard things could get, because she helped her husband Dan die at home in 2008. When our mother was diagnosed with cancer in 2018, she stayed by her side and looked after her, too.

This time it was her sons’ turns to look after Kathy. Daniel, Eric and Chris you did your mother proud. In her last days she said how much you had really come through when she needed you.

I don’t want to just talk about how Kathy chose to meet death, but how she chose to live.

As a little girl, she & I looked after our younger brothers. This is back in the days of cloth diapers, when our mom would cut the corners off the plastic milk bags to make waterproof covers. Kathy also loved animals, and is often the one seen holding the cat or patting the dog in family photos. She was a true nurturer.

When she was a teeenager, she fell madly in love with Dan. And stayed in love with him the rest of her life.

In the early days, Dan would come around on his motorcycle and Kathy would hop on the back of the bike and they would ride off on their adventures.

She loved each of her five children so much. Daniel and John came along when she was still in her teens. When Stephen was stillborn, she was devastated. Chris and Eric were born when she was in her twenties, almost fraternal twins to their older brothers. Later, when Chris and Eric were in grade school, she volunteered in their classrooms.

Kathy earned a living working as a chef, but preferred to cook for family celebrations like Thanksgiving and Christmas.

She loved being outside in nature, whether in her garden, on the beach, or for a walk in the forest.

Did you know Kathy was awarded an Unsung Hero award? She became a community activist in a program designed to reduce neighbourhood crime, and was recognized for it at an Awards dinner.

Kathy recently shared some of her happy memories with me. The times she spent tattooing at community fairs with Dan, and later her sons. The people she'd met there. The times spent with her family in Goderich and later, Port Burwell. And Kathy spoke of her adventures with Randy, too, travelling to the Smoky Mountains and attending an underground wedding in Hamilton at a Masonic temple.

I wish she could have continued her adventures in good health. Unfortunately MS made her less active than she would have liked. She was grateful for the Ocrevus infusions she received twice a year because they gave her such renewed energy. So she would time the treatments before holidays, planning her family feasts and celebrations when she would have the strength to enjoy them fully.

As the Memorial card says, Grieve not for me. Remember the best times, the laughter, the song, the good life I lived while I was strong.

Kathy Adrianna, you live in our hearts.

Thursday, October 17, 2024

Hunter's Moon - October 2024

Moon full, waning, new, waxing.


The full moon was on display as I was driving back to Toronto from Kitchener. Being a passenger in my brother Dave's car I could stare up at the sky. We'd spent the day dealing with the business end of my sister Kathy's death: funeral home paperwork, witnessing her cremation, ceremonial arrangements, banking, collaboration with celebrant. Seeing the beacon in the night sky was a comfort.

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LAST DAYS

Things are
    changing; things are starting to
        spin, snap, fly off into
            the blue sleeve of the long
                afternoon. Oh and ooh
come whistling out of the perished mouth
    of the grass, as things
turn soft, boil back
    into substance and hue. As everything,
        forgetting it's own enchantment, whispers:
            I too love oblivion why not it is full
                of second chances. Now,
hiss the bright curls of the leaves. Now!
    booms the muscle of the wind.

Mary Oliver, 12 Moons

Monday, September 30, 2024

That's a lot of candles!

I always thought it interesting that we 'turn' of age on our birth date, but really it is marking the calendar for the number of years since we were born. So now I am 63. I couldn't even imagine being 50. I asked my grandmother decades ago, when she was turning 80, whether she thought she would live such a long life, and 'no' she said. Can I imagine myself at 80? Well, I can imagine, but it feels more like hope.

My 63rd year was certainly eventful! Nora was born, my son became a father and I became a grandmother. Such a fierce attachment to this new being, she is such a wonder.

Travelled to Japan in April, in cherry blossom season. Bucket list! It was, and wasn't, everything I expected. Although only a three week visit, it made me realize how very different cultures and societies can be. Other travel destinations so far have felt somehow familiar, although this sometimes felt strangely so. Had I been here before? A fleeting deja vu and then back to the sensation I was floating through the scenery in an altogether foreign place.

Other travel adventures were St. Lucia (February), Stratford (September), and Fall colours in Matewatchen, Chelsea, and Old Montreal (October).

I fulfilled the requirements of the Toronto Master Gardener program and 'graduated' in June. I started the courses in 2022. I continued managing the relationship with the Toronto Public Library that puts our gardeners into branches across the city. More than 1000 participants in 2023 alone, so I do feel that I'm helping grow gardening inspiration across the city. Went to the MGOI Annual Conference in June. My garden has never received so much attention!

I  ended my term as Vice Commodore at BPYC on a high note in December '23, as members voted to accept the revised By-Laws I'd been working on over three year-long terms. What a relief! There was a very vocal minority who were trying to stop it being passed, feeling we were rushing things (really, three years, three consultations?!? Whatever. It's done!)  

Back to being a regular BPYC member, there were lots of fun social events, including a White Party and Basin Party, afternoons at the club playing Euchre, and the boat club book club. Sadly, I didn't spend half as much time sailing as I wanted to this year. It was a bit depressing actually. Rob just didn't feel like taking the boat out all that much, where I'd imagined my retirement summers sailing Lake Ontario. I was grateful for the time we did spend time Yondering, but it did make me realize I need to explore other summer pastimes. 

Strong reminders of mortality were my car accident in June as well as the passing of my friend Janine.  In early September everyone was shocked to find out my sister Kathy was battling seven different kinds of cancer. The treatment she was receiving for her MS accelerated their growth. I've been to Kitchener a couple times since then to help her settle her affairs. I admire her courage as she makes these final arrangements.

How do I want to spend the time I have left, who knows how long it will be? 

I do love the time spent with Rob, family and friends. My yoga and Qigong, Epitourists, Book Club(s). Garden Club(s). Neighbourhood walks. Time in the city. Theatre. Books. Music. Travel. Uke Jam.

I am grateful to embark on my 64th year.

"It's not how old you are. It's how you are old." - Jules Renard

Friday, September 20, 2024

Stratford Get Away

This year's trip to Stratford was so enjoyable! Perfect weather for walking through the park and to the theatre.

A great stay at Edison's boutique hotel, comfortable quarters, great service, and a wonderful river view from the Swan Suite.

Restaurants we tried this year did not disappoint. A very generous and tasty breakfast Reuben at Whatever 75 + new flavours and great cocktails at the South African resto Braii House.

And of course, the plays!

  • Something Rotten, first appeared 2015 on Broadway
  • La Cage Aux Folles, first appeared 1983 on Broadway
  • Salesman in China (September) Stratford, World Premiere - my favourite of the three!









Tuesday, September 17, 2024

Harvest Moon - September 2024


We watched a full red moon rise from the back of the boat. An eclipse was promised for around 10:40, but it was slight and barely noticeable. What a relief to cast our eyes to the sky above instead of bending down toward our iPhone screens. Hours pass.


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THE LAMPS

Eight o'clock, no later,
You light the lamps,

The big one by the large window,
The small one on your desk.

They are not to see by -
It is still twilight out over the sand,

The scrub oaks and cranberries,
Even the small birds have settled

For sleep yet, out of reach
Of prowling foxes. No,

You light the lamps because
You are alone in your small house

And the wicks sputtering gold
Are like two visitors with good stories

They will tell slowly, in soft voices,
While the air outside turns quietyly

A grainy and luminous blue.
You wish it would never change - 

But of course the darkness keeps
Its appointment. Each evening,

An inscrutable presence, it has the final word
Outside every door.

Mary Oliver, 12 Moons