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So, it looks like I missed a couple days. You\u2019re probably not waiting for me to start making excuses, but I have some! Wednesday was especially busy for me. I had to picket my workplace in the morning, pick up my partner from a procedure at the hospital in the afternoon, attend a Green Party meeting in the evening, and then later in the evening head over to a local French restaurant to celebrate the birthday of a dear friend. Evidently, a full day. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And yesterday\u2014I had all this work to catch up on in the morning, picketing in the afternoon, and then I made dinner and had to polish my dress shoes for today. Hopefully that’s enough to satisfy you!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But the sad thing is, this means I only made it a week before failing in my blog-a-day goal for October.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The good thing is it doesn\u2019t matter!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Today was a weird day. I attended the memorial of a colleague in Victoria. I woke up extra early, got myself ready, ironed my shirt and pants, and walked over to the home of one of the directors in my division so she could drive us to the ferry and then to the church. I’m on strike and she’s in management, so I hadn’t seen the her in a minute, but it was nice, despite the reason, to spend some time together. We picked up another colleague on the ferry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The service was beautiful. I\u2019m not religious, but it was held in a church so there was Christian music and some praying, and to finish the day, the pastor of the church gave a lengthy sermon-like talk that I\u2019m sure is common for these kinds of things. He did start by saying \u201cI\u2019m not going to keep you long,\u201d which often seems to be a lie, no matter who\u2019s saying it.\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was moving listening to my former-colleague\u2019s husband talk about her. I realized that I don\u2019t know my coworkers all that well at the end of the day. She left four kids. Her oldest, only a teenager, gave a really moving tribute to her mum.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A number of my colleagues are based in Victoria or elsewhere on the island, so I got to see some old friends too. It\u2019s perhaps the only positive aspect of a funeral\u2014getting to spend time with friends and family that you might not see often otherwise. Sometimes the food is really good too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019ve been to three services this year, all for people who I knew and wanted to honour, but who also lived in my periphery. It makes me realize how lucky I am that my family is healthy. But also, it makes me think about how fragile we all are. It doesn\u2019t take much more than a moment to change your life forever. And then, once it\u2019s all done, there\u2019s nothing you can do. Nothing you can take back, or contextualize, or add nuance to. Nothing you can apologize for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No more opportunities to say I love you, you matter to me, I care about you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I guess it\u2019s the kind of thing that everyone knows, but it\u2019s important to be reminded now and again about what really matters. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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