eulogy part four

A few years ago my dad helped me with a piece for my sister. Shannon was slowly transitioning out of a business venture that she had built from the ground up. I had tried to imagine what the process of leaving would be like. He made suggestions, I ignored them. I tried other words, couldn’t…

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eulogy part three

the art in banking or [you’ll learn, someday] When I was in university, I liked to take the train home to Oshawa. When I could, I would meet my dad at Union Station, at his office, and we would ride home together. Sometimes we would each read. Sometimes we would talk. Sometimes just sitting in…

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meet pete

My father became a wonderful writer from one long and many other short steps. I have always been a writer and much of what I have created I have kept to myself. In the process of moving through my dad’s body of work, I have come to the realization that sharing my creations is necessary.…

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