Monthly Archives: May 2017
Severe Mercy NOT needed thank you…
Pat got it right from the beginning. She was a very deep thinker and wouldn’t commit to love until she had thought it through. In a letter to me written just before she went home for Christmas 1968 she wrote, … Continue reading
We are born again!
What if the earth is a womb, the soul an embryo and death a birth into eternity? Could it be this is what Christ meant in John 3:3 (KJV) “Jesus answered and said unto him, Verily, verily, I say unto … Continue reading
Grief has taught me
Between Patricia’s death January 7, 2017 and Mothers’ Day, 2017 the most important thing I have learned is God helps those who are seeking him. Grief is God shouting at us. “God whispers in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, … Continue reading
God – the way, impalpable, invisible By Eric Bow (1968)
He sees me, has seen me and ever shall see me; His eyes penetrate the very essence of my being Before the wondrous process of my creation began. Where can I escape his watchful eye: Where do I travel to … Continue reading
Untitled poem by Eric Bow (1968)
Come walk with me; talk with me of loneliness, of dying, the need for crying. Believe not to argue or explain. Can you relate, communicate, bring two brings into one? I talk of things I shall never … Continue reading
Pancreatic cancer: Hard to diagnose, even harder to treat
Pancreatic Cancer’s physical symptoms are not very specific to the disease. They include fatigue, weight loss and loss of appetite. Pat was often tire in October but was gaining weight despite trying to lose it. Diagnosis depends on imaging procedures, … Continue reading
Escaping the prison of material things….
I read a passage from Pat’s dairies and found that Pat’s unhappiness and deep depression started a few month’s after I quit my very well paying Ontario civil service job, in 1991. While I was still working and after my mom’s death Pat was relatively happy and content. She even expressed a liking for 214 McCaul and living in the neighbourhood. She was happy because she had, while I was at work and James was at school, time alone to write. That was all she ever wanted – to have plenty of time to write and maybe get published in English. Continue reading
