This butterfly lay dead on the sidewalk when I photographed it.Today I went to a "Celebration of Life" for a longtime colleague who was an office-mate for a number of years. He was only 10 years older than me.
He was a tough, hockey player up till the last couple of years, an amazing athlete. He was a guy's guy who openly loved and respected his wife and their children, and delighted in their grandchildren. He taught, did woodwork, built their cottage, sailed, and coached hockey. I was a touchy feminist, and he never offended me. I enjoyed his company and respected him as a teacher.
I liked him.He had a good life. I'm sad anyway. Joan Vinall-Cox
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