Child of Sorrow, Man of Comfort
My parents taught me well. I learned how to live an honest and trustworthy life but also how to love life. But all that ended suddenly when my world came crashing down.
Last updated 7/15/2017 at 11:08am
My father taught me strong moral values and personal responsibility. He taught me honesty and trust. He taught me to be compassionate and respect all life. He also taught me the value of education. He loved sports and taught me how to play and enjoy sports. He also taught me to have fun and to laugh. But above all else, my dad taught me the meaning of love.
The kicker was that I was 17 years old when my father was killed in a mining accident in Campbell River in January 1979. I thought my world had ended and it did to some degree. But I realized after years of wandering that these were...