Thanksgiving weekend is always such a bitter sweet weekend as I have a lot to be thankful for. However on October 12, 2001, my grandfather, or as I called him Bern, was suddenly taken from us. I remember the night so clearly as if it was yesterday. At that time I lived on Alphonse Street behind my grandmothers. It was a Friday night and we were on our way out. I could hear my brother David White saying dont let Shauna see the lights but anyone who knows me, knows I hear everything. As I looked towards my grandmothers and saw the, lights, I took off running as fast as I could, with my brother, Ray Parsons, Tubb (rest in peace) and David following behind. I remember running into the house and feeling a sense of coldness, I remember looking at the police officer and saying please tell me he isnt dead and they said sorry he is. I remember screaming like a scream you would hear in a movie a long loud NOOOOOOOOOOOO. I asked to go and see him but they suggested I didnt. I am thankful that David went in the room for me and held Berns hand and told him that I was there but he didnt not want me to see him and how much I loved him. I remember leaving Nans house and WeeGee and Rod Stubbard sitting on the steps leading to the old 18 wheeler trailer. I also remember all the time we spent together, supper and a show every Tuesday since I was 12, the numerous trips from Mira to Baddeck to Halifax, to Edmonton, to Florida, Bahamas, Cuba or just our annual Thanksgiving drive around the Cabot Trail, Saturday morning breakfast and the many times I waited in the car will he went in to give an estimate on a job. So today rather than crying for what I have lost, I am thankful for all the time I had. I want to Thank-you for giving me the best days of my life. I will love you if you are near of far.
Posted on: Mon, 13 Oct 2014 21:24:14 +0000
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