This is the number of years that my parents have been married today. It’s their anniversary.
A couple teenagers decided it would be a good idea to make a go of building a life together. And build a life they did.
They became parents at 18 years old and then had a couple more girls to add to the family. They moved to a small tight knit community where they didn’t know anyone. They started a business.
Over the 37 years they lived in the County of Two Hills, they made life long friendships and became part of the fabric of the community. Lakeland Trenching celebrated 35 years in business this year. They have raised 3 independent daughters and have been fabulous grandparents to 9 grandchildren. I call this a life well built.
However, on the morning of this anniversary, they did not start with a glass of champagne or a sleep in. First thing today they headed into the hospital to get litres of fluid drained from Dad. His cancer is not fucking off. His cancer is fucking with things. Dad is getting uncomfortable and the pain is getting worse.
My parents decided a long time ago to live with this fucking cancer. So later today after a nice long nap, they will meet up with some family, go to the VIP cinema, see Star Wars and play cards, maybe go out for dinner. They will stay in a King suite for a couple nights. They will enjoy this day to the fullest-just as they have done this entire year. And they will do this again tomorrow and the next day.
This is a difficult time. The changes in Dad are now quite visible. The fucking cancer is eating away at his big strong muscles. Thankfully the changes are only physical. His strength is still at his core. Also, his eyes are still that piercing blue color-so suck that cancer.
Even at this most difficult time (understatement), my parents continue to show us all how to live well.