In 1974, Dad bought a duplex in the ‘Glens’, just two years after landing in Canada. He raised three kids and housed his unmarried siblings and widowed mother in that boxy abode, which was renovated to add 2 bedrooms (making 6) and a living/dining room that hosted many gatherings to mark births, deaths, weddings and Canadian holidays. Dad saw memories everywhere and would say “I will die in this house”. And in 2012 he sadly did, causing the home to fill one more time with family and friends sharing our grief. Mom couldn’t stay after that, selling to the neighbour next door who eventually cashed in to sell the whole thing for over $2 mil to a developer. A house filled with generations of love, gone. “What a waste”, says my prescient 5 yr old, as we said good-bye to 9200.
Sep 26, 2020