Last night Anth called me. He said, “I’ve been thinking of mom a lot and wanted to call you.” I replied, “I’ve been thinking about her a lot too.” For me, this time of year is extra hard as I am remembering the dates of seeing amm’s symptoms for the first time. And shorty after that the diagnosis was made.

We had a good chat about parenting and how wonderful our two parents are. Anth reminisced about Charlie driving him across the province for hockey tournaments and all that he learned from dad on the golf course. “Golf is a metaphor for life, Kir,” Anth reminded me.

I guess my big bro is ok.

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