
Dr. Kenneth Charles Wilson
Seeing it there, in it’s entirety, makes me both proud and very, very sad. I loved my father, so much, so deeply and so abidingly. Not just the kind of love that a small, wide eyed girl has for her daddy, but the kind a grown woman feels for a father who has unconditionally loved and supported her for all of her life. I am talking the deep emotional connection that goes beyond blood ties and shared experiences. He is a part of me, and as such, a part of me has died.
Because just over two weeks ago, on May 14th at 11:14 pm, he died.
He was in excruciating pain at the end, so in many ways it was a blessing. But that doesn’t make my heart hurt less, or my tears flow less generously. He died less than 6 hours after I had arrived in Victoria to spend this weekend with him and try to bring him comfort. Knowing that he waited for me, in spite of all that pain, so that I could be there when he died, so we could see each other one last time, and he could grin his mischievous grin at me one last time, and twinkle his knowing-eyed look at me one last time … it makes those last few hours that much more poignant, precious and rich.Read More >>>
I just want to give a huge shout out to the resilient women in the world that have created the option for today’s women to lead the lives that we do. With
Suffragettes, particularly in the UK, were often seen as the objects of ridicule, just more whiny women. (When haven’t we heard that before?!) Their hunger strikes and protests were simply interpreted as further evidence that women were too emotional and couldn’t think as logically as men. The very word suffragette was intended to be derogatory, but those women turned it right around saying that they were the “suffraGETtes”.












