Today my plan was to go and visit dad this afternoon. I had been unable to get to the home yesterday as I was sick all afternoon. While in the shower there was a phone call from the home that I missed. My husband called me shortly after and said that dad had passed away :-(. It was expected but it’s never easy to hear your dad has died. I called the home and found out he passed at 11:05 am and there was staff with him at the time so he wasn’t alone. He actually passed just as I was getting up. I feel sad/guilty that I wasn’t there with him. They said he went quickly and peacefully.
This morning the doctor called to let us know my dad was failing fast. He said he probably wouldn’t survive through the weekend.
Dad began showing signs of dementia in about 2007 during a Christmas dinner at our house. He said something and then 10 seconds later repeated the exact same comment. My husband and I looked at each other and knew something wasn’t right. My mom was already suffering from dementia for a few years at that point. Over the next few years, mom got a lot worse and dad got gradually worse.
On Dec 31 2010, dad suffered a massive heart attack while at the grocery store. Lucky (?) for him a nurse was shopping and performed CPR on him till the ambulance arrived. For the next 40 minutes they tried to contact me and then my brother to see if they should continue CPR. According to dad’s directive, they shouldn’t but they didn’t know that. When they finally reached my brother, he tried to conference me into the call (as I had the personal directive information). The call was dropped and within those minutes, they got dad back enough to take him to ICU. If they had reached me, I would’ve had to tell them to stop CPR and let dad pass. Instead he was placed into a coma and on life support for the next several days.
When dad was conscious again, his dementia was extremely progressed and we placed him on a list for assisted living. It took a couple months but we were able to place him in a home. As luck would have it, it was the same home my mom lived in. For the next 4 years, my dad spent his days going down one floor to mom’s room and sit with her every day as they both deteriorated.
On October 24, 2014, mom passed away from her dementia. She basically wouldn’t eat, so slowly starved. It was horrible. Dad didn’t understand, of course, and we were unable to take him to the funeral not knowing how he’d react.
For the next 3 years dad slowly got worse. He still liked to smile and joke but would repeat things/questions over and over. Near the end he didn’t recognize family members. He started falling early this year, a sign things were not going well. Then he began losing weight. They did blood work and suspected he had cancer but there were no plans to further investigate and treat.
So today we went to see dad and spend time with him. He was asleep as he had fallen this morning again. They were also giving him morphine for his pain. We sat with him for a couple hours. He would move occasionally and did seem in pain at one point. He was struggling to breathe and was on oxygen. The chaplain came and spoke with us, offered her prayers and gave us a list of funeral homes so we could begin planning for the inevitable. I kissed dad on his cheek and said our goodbyes. I’m hoping to see him again on Sunday (depending on my health).
Today was a very special day to celebrate with hubby, it’s our 25 wedding anniversary. Wow, where did that time go??? August 22, 1992 was a chilly day as it was only 3 degrees C and it snowed! I’m thinking that was maybe a good omen. We had a wonderful wedding with loads of family and friends that shared the day with us. It really does seem like yesterday …
Every year for the past 25 we have done something special on our anniversary. We take turns planning a surprise weekend away. The other person knows nothing of where we are going and just gets in the car while the planner drives. It’s been so much fun each year to be surprised or to be the one planning the surprise. This year was hubby’s turn but due to my ongoing illness since the end of February, we were unable to plan any time away :-(. It does make me sad that on a special anniversary we couldn’t go away somewhere. I just hope and pray things are resolved so that someday we can do a special trip.
Before heading out for dinner, we exchanged presies first. I got hubby a beautiful gold/white gold chain that matches his wedding ring. He got me a custom made necklace with 2 hearts and our birthstones and names. It’s gorgeous and I love it. We also lounged on the deck for a bit before dinner. It was a beautiful, warm, calm evening. One of my favourite songs, “In the arms of an angel” by Sarah McLachlan was playing on our stereo. It always makes me cry as I think of my mom and it’s the song I used for her memorial video when she passed away 3 years ago. So we were listening to the song and a hummingbird appeared out of nowhere and floated above us for several seconds, flapping it’s wings rapidly and then flew away. We’ve lived here for 17 years and have a honeysuckle tree that they love and had a feeder for them for a long time and I’ve never ever seen a hummingbird in our yard. I can’t help but think it was mom hearing her song and coming to wish us a happy anniversary. Miss you mom.
Our plan was to try Cafe Tiffany’s for dinner but we got there and it’s closed for renovations. Off to the Redstone Grill but that was closed as well (not sure why). Okay, is there no place to celebrate our anniversary? Let’s try The Keg, which, of course, was open. Thank goodness! Luckily it wasn’t too busy being a Tuesday night and it was after 7 pm by the time we got there, perfect! We started off with some drinks and fresh bread and butter (so delicious). Then onto an escargot appetizer with mushroom caps. It came in a garlic tomato sauce and more bread. Very tasty. For our mains we went with steak and half a lobster. It was a messy affair getting the meat out (good thing this wasn’t a first date! lol) but it was yummy and the steaks were cooked to perfection. Onto dessert where they treated us to a free ice cream cake (it was huge and we only got through half of it).
We ended our night with a photo op:
Back home to relax and have one more celebratory drink together (hubby accused me of trying to hide his face behind my drink!! lol):
This past weekend I was indeed lucky to attend a photography workshop in Calgary. The artist was David duChemin, and if you haven’t heard of him, go look him up immediately! I’ll wait …
I don’t remember when I became aware of David and his work, but I’m pretty happy I did. I attended a workshop back in March 2013 at Bragg Creek. It was around -20 degrees C for the weekend and we were working outside. Yup, it was pretty damn cold. I had also just got released from the hospital 2 weeks prior as I’d had breast reconstruction surgery 4 weeks prior and then numerous blood clots on my lungs, so back in the hospital. But I was determined to be there!
David has recently release a new book “The Soul of the Camera” which was part of the focus this weekend. He has written several books and I’ve really enjoyed all of them. Do yourself a favour and add one to your photography collection!
Okay, so here’s my disclaimer, this is strictly my take on the weekend which will be different from every person that attended. We all perceive things differently and find words that resonant with us that someone else may not.
The weekend started with a seminar on Friday night from 7 to 9 pm and was entitled The Soul of the Camera: Better Photographers Not Better Cameras. The seminar was hosted by The Camera Store and there was an audience of approximately 45 enthusiastic photographers (keeping in mind that enthusiastic to the introverted photographer means quietly cheering inside!).
David showed many of his photographs and described his story/vision that went with each one. He also highlighted some guidelines for your own photography:
- There are no rules
- Exploration before expression
- Play over practice
- Sketch your heart out (what happens if …)
- Fear is the mind killer
- Study photographs not cameras
- Seek critique
- Get a life (find an interest and photograph that)
- Learn the language (composition, etc)
- Be apologetically you
- Personal projects – DO (focus on something)
- Learn to tell a story
A few takeaways of David’s discussion were these:
- What is your photo about? (not “of”)
- Tell a story
David is a fantastic storyteller and every photo has an accompanying story that explains/describes what he say and what drew his interest. I love his enthusiasm and passion, even though this usually leads to various tangents in his discussions, lol. If you are looking for an instructor that is quiet, boring and follows a set plan, don’t go see David. If you want someone who is dynamic, engaging, and inspiring, then you must see David. I find his style similar to Joe McNally with his passion and excitement to talk about photography and things they love.
Saturday and Sunday was a workshop with David and 15 eager students titled “Photographically Speaking”. We didn’t have a lot of time together (1-5 pm on Saturday and 11-2 pm on Sunday) but David made the most of every minute.
The workshop was focused on finding your vision of what you want to photograph and then your voice of putting that vision into action. Some main points from Saturday were:
- Create constraints: We all work better when we are constrained, for example use only one lens, only colour or b/w, only one camera body, constrain yourself in some manner. Pick a theme (ex. Backlit only, selective colour, one subject, etc).
- All projects are personal projects.
- When arriving at a scene, assess the light, lines and moments (what is the light doing, what are the lines doing, use a composition to express the moment but treat with urgency)
What makes a great image?
- Repeated element that is broken can capture the eye
- Add tension to balance
- White space (the eye needs room to move)
- Visual mass in the frame (reduce size of stuff not needed)
- Isolate your subject
Today everyone brought 10 of their own, personal images and our time was spent talking about critique (how to give and receive) and then critiquing others photographers (very nerve wracking indeed).
The Art of the Critique
David talked about how important it is to get and give critique with someone on a regular basis.
- What kind of feedback are you looking for?
- What was your vision?
- How is the audience reading the image?
- What other decisions were possible?
- Consider the source (this is especially important, you want a qualified source that YOU respect)
- Don’t take it personally (ha, easier said than done)
- Is the critique valid?
- Is it helpful?
- Is it human? (Does the feedback support the artist? Is it kind, respectful?)
After such an incredible weekend, we were left with a to do list:
- Print your work
- Study the masters
- Begin to teach
Obviously David covered a lot more information during our time together, so this was only a sampling of what we learned. I know David does workshops overseas and I have to admit, I was never interested in them. But … after spending this time with him again, it would really be a treat to see a foreign place through his eyes. So, another trip added to my bucket list!!
Thanks David for a fantastic weekend and sharing your knowledge, skills, passion, honesty and humour! Please come back soon.
When I seen my doctor on Tuesday she gave me a note to stay off work until I see the surgeon (July 10), which was relieving news. Being at work has been nearly impossible over the past 4 months while suffering my illness. Now I don’t have to stress everyday about getting to work and being able to concentrate and not worry about needing to get home.
For the first time in weeks, I was able to have coffee with a friend the other day and then yesterday another friend came over to visit. It really was a boost to my mental state to be feeling well enough to visit.
I actually had a decent day yesterday and today hasn’t been too bad. It surprises me to have some good hours and I just want to jump around and scream for happiness to have moments where I’m not suffering. I’m obviously being taught the lesson, again, about how important your health is and having those good moments are so so so vital to living each day.
It was off to see my doctor again, hoping she would have results from my scope last week. I don’t see the surgeon till July 10 for the results as he’s away … again. Thank goodness she had the results though and told me the pathology showed no cancer (the same as the first biopsy). So, that’s good news, not that I felt there was cancer, but it’s good to be for sure.
The first time I seen the surgeon he told me surgery was extremely unlikely and it was a condition I would have to learn to live with and manage (WTF?). I’m afraid my mental state took a huge hit after that news as I felt like a normal life was over. The report from him today said surgery was most likely now good grief. So that gives me hope that I’ll be able to have a normal life again at some point. Not that I want to have surgery, but if I can actual do things and plan things and live, that would be most awesome!
Tonight Def Leppard, Poison and Tesla will be performing at the Calgary Saddledome. I did have tickets … I was going … until I had to sell my tickets :-(. Unfortunately the stomach issues I’ve had for the past 3 months have persisted and I just couldn’t make it to the concert (and I’m waiting on biopsy results). I am so disappointed and sad. Now, I have seen Def Lepaprd roughly a 100 times, LOL, but I still want to see them every time they come around.
When I purchased my tickets back in January, I did have a concern about being able to go. This wasn’t because I was sick at the time, no, it’s because I’ve had a bit of bad luck when I’ve gone to their concerts. A few years ago, I fractured my ankle tripping on loose wires at the Saddledome while getting to my floor seat. I was in agony, but we stayed for the whole concert!! I’m a dedicated fan, lol.The time after that, I suffered a gallbladder attack throughout the entire concert. That was agonizing as well, oh my. Yes, Def Leppard and I are a bit of a bad combo, to say the least.
I probably shouldn’t have bothered pressing my luck and buying tickets, but, you see, Poison was going to be performing as well (another of my favourites) and I’ve never seen them in concert (and never will I guess). Ugh, argh! My husband seen Poison years ago. We had actually just started dating the month before and he already had tickets to go with his cousin, so I missed out on that time and we’ve never had another opportunity.
So tonight, I’ll try to avoid looking online at all the postings by people attending the concert (as I’ll be entirely too jealous!). All I can do is cross my fingers they all come back around again (hahaha), although with my luck, it’s probably in my best interest to not buy tickets!!
So it’s been 3 months since I’ve been feeling poorly (that’s putting it mildly). I’ve seen my doc and we done bloodwork, scans, x-rays, etc but she can’t figure out what is wrong (meanwhile, I suffer). I finally got an appointment for a specialist for that wasn’t until the end of September which would mean 4 more months of suffering. A total write-off of this year. Luckily, I went back to my doctor in the hopes of going over my symptoms again and finding out what is wrong, she then suggested she’d contact the specialist and see about moving up my appointment. By the time I got home from the appointment that day, my doctor and the specialist had called and got me a new appointment within 6 days! I’m pretty sure my doc played the cancer card, but you know what? I don’t care, going through all that shit has to come in handy once in awhile! haha
I seen the specialist yesterday and the test went good, however he didn’t talk to me after like he was supposed to, he just left me a note. While nothing serious was found, I didn’t have the opportunity to ask questions. Now I have to wait 3-4 weeks for the results of the biopsy to see what is going on and then decide on treatment. Holy moly, drag this thing out, that’ll be 4 months of pain.
I’ve been unable to leave the house very much so it’s made my world shrink very small, nothing to look forward to as I don’t dare plan on anything. I’ve even had to give up tickets I had to one of my favourite bands as I can’t chance travelling to see them and being ill. It seems once again, I am being taught the all important lesson of valuing your health and not taking for granted those days when you feel good and happy and pain free. It definitely makes you want to enjoy all the small things so much more.