The Daily EO: March 15th, 2014

Grandpa Les  1914 – 2014


My beloved grandpa Les has died.  I’m sad and the normal contentment in my life is darkened.  It’s hard to believe that he isn’t here to provide the foundation to our family.  His life overflowed with laughter and love but he knew loss and grief too.


Friends and family are invited to attend a memorial service on Friday, March 21, 2014 at 2:00 pm at First Memorial, Boal Chapel, 1505 Lillooet Rd. North Vancouver, BC.  Donations may be made in memory of Les to the Burnaby Hospital Foundation, himself a contributor for over 25 years.  You are welcome.

Extra-Ordinary March 15, 2014:  Grandpa’s unconditional love permeates our family.  His gift of knowing what love is passed from him and his wife to my mom and uncle.  From my mom to my Dad.  From my mom to me.

From me to my husband.

Grandpa’s love comes full circle.

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The Daily EO: June 17th, 2013

I cried at my desk today.

I had a very important all day customer visit and audit happening that we had been prepping for months for.  So much so, that I was sick of talking about it.  Sick of the action items, just sick of it.  But finally, the day had arrived.

My grandfather was the former Superintendent of the City of Burnaby Waterworks.  He started his career working for the city and retired from the city 49 1/2 years later.  I’m so proud of the man he was and what he did.  I am proud of the man he is.   You don’t spend your career in sewers and waste management without becoming an expert.  So, when we had our little flood over the weekend, I told him about it because I knew it was something he could relate to.   I can’t claim the same expertise with plumbing and sewers, so I could only tell him what was happening – not the cause or resolution.

When Grandpa went to bed Sunday night, he didn’t know why the water problem was a problem, or what we were doing about it.  As I spend my entire day touring and meeting, and quickly checking emails in between meetings, my grandfather pondered the situation at my work.  Was it a break on the city side?  Did we share the building with someone else?  Was there a blockage?  Is a pipe broken?  Has the issue been resolved?

So, he began calling me.

I will tell you this.  When either my grandpa or grandma calls, I answer it no matter how tired I am, or what I am doing.  I answer that call.  But today I could not.

And so, because I wasn’t answering the phone, grandpa started to get a little agitated.  Wanted to know the situation.  What he could do.  Did we find the entrance to the tank?  Could we get the right wrench to get the bolt off?  Were the sump pumps running?

But I wasn’t there to answer the calls.

I don’t find it funny or cute that my grandpa was so intent in getting the information that he wanted.  I saw the man he was – the capable and strong one that could have helped his granddaughter’s company deal with something that is his expertise.   But instead he couldn’t help, he couldn’t get in his car and drive over like he would have years before.  He just wanted me to answer the calls and tell him exactly what was happening.

And so, when I finally had a chance to check my phone and see all the calls and messages, the tears came.  Stress of the audit, not enough sleep, too much work, worry?

I think it is because I didn’t answer the call.

June 17th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary:  Answer the call.

The Daily EO: March 31st, 2013

We sat and ate French Toast and sausages with my grandpa at his retirement residence.  The room was filled with nice touches like Happy Easter place mats, tulips, and decorative little chicks (not chicks, but baby chickens).  During dessert, the staff started to gather up the daffodils from the tables.  We thought this was strange because there was still a second seating at 1 pm.  When we asked, the woman told me that there was complaints that they were too big.  Imagine!  Complaining about Daffodils in the Spring!  A little crotchety in the place today.

Look at how those daffodils mess up the place!
Look at how those daffodils mess up the place!

Then it was off to grandma’s house who was feeling a crotchety herself.  Her knees were aching and she – well, frankly was feeling sorry for herself.  I guess I would too if the signals that I sent from my brain to my legs were ignored.  Fortunately, a walk on the boardroom cheered her up – and there was no complaining about daffodils.

Strolling the Boardroom in New Westminster
Strolling the Boardroom in New Westminster

Emile disappeared to play with depth of field and perfect lighting.

March 31st, 2013 Extra-Ordinary:  Flowers make us all feel something!

The Daily EO: October 28th, 2012

The retirement residence that my grandpa lives at serves 2 meals a day – lunch and dinner.  A early morning continental breakfast is served in the breakfast room but many of the residents break the fast in their suites.   Like airplanes and hospitals, the thought of food in a retirement residence pulls up thoughts of industrial, lacking food.  But at the Mulberry, the food is pretty good.

Each day there is a menu, but if you don’t care for the feature, you can opt to have one of the three or so back up meals.  These back up meals change each month as well, so there is ample variety.  And if you want a fried egg or the like, the kitchen will try to get it for you.

Residences can have guests join for meals as well – for an extra fee – so I have eaten a number of meals at Mulberry.

On Sundays, the hot lunch often is breakfast fare recalling leisurely Sunday brunches from years before.

I awoke on Sunday morning with a hankering for scrambled eggs, bacon and toast – a real breakfast.  And when I considered my options, I realized Mulberry was the best bet.  There is always breakfast available and the company is pretty good.

October 28th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:    Double portions for the guests – Mulberry is the best deal in town.

The Daily EO: September 24th, 2012

I stopped by to visit my grandpa spontaneously today.  He had just returned from a walk and was sitting on the bench in the sun outside.  We exchanged small talk, but mostly just sat in the sun.  Finally, he decides its time to go in.

His residence has a large number of well maintained gardens in walled off areas featuring bushes, trees, shrubs and flowers.  I noticed as he went to move his walker along the sidewalk to get back in, there was a bit of plant debris gathered there.  I worried about him tripping, and was about to move it when my grandpa reached up and snapped off a small branch of a low hanging branch.

I as stood there gaping at him, Grandpa threw is to the ground and said “I’m helping them trim this tree back. ”

September 24th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary:  Grandpa doesn’t like the tree there, so he is slowly taking care of it.