I've been in Montreal these past months with my Father. He's fought prostate cancer for 20 years, making him a survivor. He outlived his initial diagnosis by 17 years, allowing him to watch his granddaughters grow up and so much more. I've been so grateful to have been able to spend these last few months with him. Dad died just before Christmas, with his loving wife at his side.
My Daughters were able to come up to Montreal for the memorial and their mother came a week earlier, she too was with Dad when he died.
That's Dad and I in London in 1963.
He played that old National guitar all my life. It's mine now and I cherish it.
The memorial was wonderful with so many old friends and family.
Now it's time to go south,...
But first a quick trip to Toronto.
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