31 March 2022

A funeral for someone I never met - the negative part

LoisR was well known in the Chilliwack area and many of the people in the church for the memorial service were likely local people.

The daughter of her niece (a different one, not JN) and her husband T&T arrived from Edmonton on the Friday before the service.  JN had been in contact with them ahead of time and was pleased that they would attend.

As well as a planned limousine ride to the gravesite after the church service, a post service dinner at a nice restaurant was planned.

At some point we realized that Albertan's would obviously not have a BC vaccine passport so AE and JN contacted the restaurant on what happens in that case.

The restaurant assured us that the Canadian vaccine passport would be perfectly acceptable.

JN then contacted T&T to remind them to ensure they had their Canadian vaccine passport with them.  When hearing this T&T replied.


"We're not vaccinated"


I was working downstairs at the time and only heard the part of the conversation dealing with the obvious absence of a BC vaccine passport.

When I knocked off work and came upstairs I then was briefed on the conversation.

I lost it.

I called them irresponsible assholes.  And probably more.

JN was obviously upset that I would call people she was related to that she hardly knew (and that I did not know at all) such a derogatory term.

But honestly, who do these anti vaxxers think they are?  LoisR was nearly 100.  None of the people at the service would be as old as that, but many would be old enough to be in danger if exposed to Covid-19.  Close contact would obviously occur at a memorial service with many people hugging.

 AE and myself have avoided many events because we thought better than get in such situations. If we don't want to hug people we don't know, we have chosen not to go to such events.  We have attended "on line" when available.  It's not the same, but these events can be very emotional on line.

However, we had already committed to going to this event.

I was angry at the anti vaxxers.  I was angry for being so angry that I lost my temper.  Why is it that the anti vaxxers can do whatever the hell they want?

The next morning, I had a tough time getting out of bed I was so incensed.  I finally did (2hrs later than planned) with the internal vow that I would not get anywhere near "these people" and would (obviously) ensure that I had hand sanitizer at the ready and my mask on my face.

When we met, T extended her hand.  I bowed slightly.  The other T was treated about the same.

If people choose to not get vaccinated and put everyone (including me and my family) at risk, I choose to treat them like they're covered in shit.

As it happened they were nice enough people, but the virus "doesn't care".

There was a sign at the main doors to the church noting that "masks are recommended".

Of course T&T were not wearing masks (many people were not).  I extended an olive branch and said that we had extra (N95) masks in the car if they would like one.

"We have a mask"

I thought to myself a lot of good that does you inside your purse.  I simply walked away with no comment.

I didn't relax until later when we went to dinner and everyone at the table had shown their vaccine passports (we couldn't get in otherwise).

I'm glad we have the vaccine passport, it keeps the "flat earthers" away from me.  I'm disappointed (and alarmed) that it will not be required sometime in April.

27 March 2022

A funeral for someone I never met

 Yesterday 26 March I attended the celebration of life of LoisR of Chilliwack.  Lois was mere days from her 100th birthday.  Her niece JN, a good friend of mine and AE's, had the awful task of being the executrix and planning the celebration of life.  Mere weeks ago she had the (likely) pleasant task of planning her 100th birthday.

Lois never married and JN became her surrogate daughter.  I know this, because several people said so at the celebration of life.

Lois and JN's late mother Phyllis were fraternal twins, so there was an extra connection that only a twin can truly appreciate.

JN often took the bus (or rather buses) from her home in the city of Vancouver to Lois's home in Chilliwack.  A feat in itself.  AE and I offered our home for her to stay overnight so she did not have to make the round trip in a single day, but we were not able to make this offer until we ourselves had moved to the eastern valley in mid 2021.

JN is a sensitive soul and it must have been truly devastating to go from the heights of planning such an auspicious happy milestone as a 100th birthday (and JN would have planned every detail) to planning a funeral.

When Lois became very ill and it looked like she was not going to make 100, it pained JN to cancel the birthday cake.  Considering she was the executrix and took in on herself to plan the celebration of life, I consider cancelling the birthday cake to be the least of the many issues.  But each item I might consider to be merely pedestrian, JN would have (naturally) taken to be yet another stab to the heart.

I can try to imagine her pain, but I would fall short.

AE and I helped JN when we could and assisted with the newspaper announcement and slide show of Lois's life, as well as the somewhat disturbing task of going through her apartment and collecting her papers (important and otherwise).

AE and I never met Lois.  A regret to be listed with so many others.

A celebration of life should be exactly what it claims; a celebration of the life that has left this world.  This was the first time I remember attending a celebration of life without knowing the person.  JN had planned this well as the event gave myself and AE a wonderful window into Lois's life.

A life well lived.

A life that will truly be missed by all her knew and loved her.

04 March 2022

Testing testing, is this thing on?

 "So, is this thing working?" asks the newbie attempting to start his own blog.

Time will tell.

The name of this blog "Will you still need me, will you still feed me" refers (of course) to the Beatles song and less obviously my current age "(when I'm) 64".  Where the heck are the quotes supposed to go on such a complex sentence?  I suppose that's my own fault for building such a creation.

As further posts occur the name of this blog will likely (hopefully) become less "correct", but that's ok.  It's my blog.  Likely few (if any) will read it.

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