It has not been even a year since I lost my wife Aislinn. That hole is still very raw. But tomorrow would have been our 34th anniversary. So tomorrow I climb Mt. Cannon with my friends and meet with any and all who want to celebrate her at the deck outside the Tramway terminal. We'll tell stories and raise glasses in her memory. And then we'll hike on, moving forward to climb some more mountains because she, like your dad, would not have wanted us looking back.
Lost my Dad, Lenny, in 2013. I still miss him and always will but the grief is no longer open and raw like it was in the beginning and I am happy about that. It will be like that someday for you. That time is different for every person. Jeannette, my 102 grandmother, passed in 2020. We weren't allowed to be with her or have a funeral. I am still angry about that. Became an orphan 8 later when my Mom, Elaine, passed. She did not want to die alone in hospital as they still were locked down so my sisters and I nursed her at home for 3 weeks while she was in hospice so she wouldn't be alone. That was hard. It makes it easier knowing that one day I will see them all again.
My dad, Stanley Kiska, died the day before Thanksgivng 2020. He had the brightest smile and sharpest mind- we called him the Trivia King- until dementia took that away. The many pictures I have of him help me remember the dad I love. Faith in our eventual reunion gives me hope.
Bob Farley….miss him EVERY.SINGLE.DAY! Climbed Mt. Washington with him when I was in college. He used to ski Tuckerman’s way back when also. The best dad ever.
It has not been even a year since I lost my wife Aislinn. That hole is still very raw. But tomorrow would have been our 34th anniversary. So tomorrow I climb Mt. Cannon with my friends and meet with any and all who want to celebrate her at the deck outside the Tramway terminal. We'll tell stories and raise glasses in her memory. And then we'll hike on, moving forward to climb some more mountains because she, like your dad, would not have wanted us looking back.
the Reverend Elliott Gauffreau
Katharine Brown Gauffreau
George Gauffreau
I'm the last person alive in my immediate family. There are parts of myself that are missing now, and they always will be.
Lost my Dad, Lenny, in 2013. I still miss him and always will but the grief is no longer open and raw like it was in the beginning and I am happy about that. It will be like that someday for you. That time is different for every person. Jeannette, my 102 grandmother, passed in 2020. We weren't allowed to be with her or have a funeral. I am still angry about that. Became an orphan 8 later when my Mom, Elaine, passed. She did not want to die alone in hospital as they still were locked down so my sisters and I nursed her at home for 3 weeks while she was in hospice so she wouldn't be alone. That was hard. It makes it easier knowing that one day I will see them all again.
My dad, Stanley Kiska, died the day before Thanksgivng 2020. He had the brightest smile and sharpest mind- we called him the Trivia King- until dementia took that away. The many pictures I have of him help me remember the dad I love. Faith in our eventual reunion gives me hope.
Lorayne Watt - mother
Carl Watt - father
Roger Galuska - good friend, great potter
Terry Payne - best friend, soul mate sister
Nancy Bibbins, my mom. 4 years today and it never gets easier.
Bob Farley….miss him EVERY.SINGLE.DAY! Climbed Mt. Washington with him when I was in college. He used to ski Tuckerman’s way back when also. The best dad ever.