Digging and finding

My wife's handwriting. Oh, I remember. Her brother passed away in 2002 and we had a family conflict with his fiance/girlfriend. I think my mother-in-law kept this note, along with a bag of George's possessions (wallet, contents, some informational items). None the less, Nanny sounds like a complete and total psychopath. Apparently she also shit on a plate and gave it to her husband when he came home from work one night. That family's Nanny was a seriously crazy bitch.

It set me back. I remembered those times vividly. You know, only 2 years later my mother would lose her 2nd husband Bert to a heart attack in 2005. Life fucking sucks.

And then. I found the video of the funeral service from 2002. My god. I haven't watched this in 18 years. Infact, I had never watched it, ever. Would my wife be on the tape? I don't know, I don't own a VCR anymore. I've asked as friend if I could mail it to him, see if he can transfer it to DVD for me. God, I hope so.

I found Marion's books in storage, along with an old heater. I had two, but only kept one. We used them when we lost heat on a cold chilly weekend in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia over 15 years ago. That was back when we lived on Arthur street.

It would burn down at the end of 2011, leaving many residences homeless. The building was demolished 6 months later, and a new one placed atop the existing basement foundation and parkaide. I looked it up, it is fine, but not the same place.

Our apartment back then was really simple. But it was ours. And now, I just have memories.