Thursday, June 3, 2021
When I think back to highschool, Carrie and Marg automatically come to mind. The white house on Queen St, will always be a "childhood home". More time was spent there, than at my own house.
Marg opened up her home to me, she was remarkably generous. Breakfast, lunch, or dinner Marg ensured no one went hungry. All she asked in return was for Carrie and I to keep music to a minimum and clean up after ourselves. She made her home a safe haven and for that I'll be forever thankful.
To me, Marg was the ideal parental figure. The perfect balance. On one side, she was "The Cool Mom" who planned road trips to Canada's Wonderland, was onboard with backyard campfires, and even drove Carrie and I to our first concert. On the other side, was a strongly independent, self-sufficient woman who did not accept disobedience.
Marg's bedroom was on the main floor, just off the living room and to this day whenever I see double french doors, I think of her. I remember riding my bike to her work, to drop off her favourite sandwich (Tomato and mayo, salt and pepper on toasted bread) how much she loved her kids and her dog Dalton, her candle collection, and her beautiful long hair.
Carrie, Jason, Tanya- I'm so sorry for your loss. Wishing you the utmost strength.
