Tag Archives: Death
Daddy muses on aging
A while back, my 4-year said to me, “Daddy, I don’t want you to get old.” Taking the bait, I asked why. He looked at me solemnly and said, “You know what happens when you get old, you die.” Well … Continue reading
You Are In Heaven Now My Boy
I am glad you are in Heaven My bundle of joy. No more bad people to hurt Mommy’s little boy. It’s so hard not to cry Mommy felt your pain As that bad man shot his gun Again and again. … Continue reading
I Am In Heaven Now Mommy – A poem influenced by the Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting
Mommy please don’t cry Or even ask why I had to die. And please don’t be sad, Not everyone’s bad, No need to get mad. * * * We were having fun Then he came with his gun, And we … Continue reading
Eulogy to friend and countryman, Wade ‘Kojo’ Williams Sr.
Wade was my friend, then he was my enemy. Then he was my friend again, then my enemy. Luckily for me, by the time of his passing, Wade was a friend again. We defined the term ‘frenemy’. Just mere days … Continue reading
Goodbye Uncle Louis
Last April, we made a road trip out to Thunder Bay Ontario, to visit Amie’s uncle, Louis. He had been battling cancer for a couple years then the battle turned into a one-sided fight. We wanted to see him the … Continue reading
What Would Your Final Words Say?
While reading the Winnipeg Free Press newspaper this morning, I came across an article by columnist Gordon Sinclair. It was essentially about a new technology that enabled curious wanderers in a cemetery to read information about a deceased on their … Continue reading
When Life Is A Really Big Headache
I have a big headache. Well I don’t actually have one as we speak and but I do have big headaches. Killer headaches I fondly call them. I would say they are pain in the you-know-where but they aren’t, just … Continue reading
When The Grim Reaper Reaps
Death paid a visit this past weekend, not to my immediate family but to my nephew’s dad, my sister’s ex. He was living back in the Caribbean but communicated weekly by phone with my nephew. As a matter of fact, … Continue reading
The Last Journey
I wasn’t planning on writing another blog about Mr. 52. He was dead and I had already moved on. Alas, while his replacement was occupying his still-warm spot in the living room, Mr. 52′s remains occupied my garage. I brushed … Continue reading



