Rita's father died yesterday at age 91. Until a few days ago, he lived in a retirement home enjoying a busy life. Each day, he visited his wife of 71 years who was in a nearby nursing home. Four months ago he was diagnosed with lung cancer and given two months to live but he seemed to be thriving so Rita and Ian came to Nova Scotia. But a week ago, he got an infection and ended up in the hospital. He recovered so told Rita to stay on vacation. On Sunday Rita was called by her brother to say that father was failing so Rita and Ian immediately drove to first Ottawa and then Sudbury. They were able to spend time with him before he died in his sleep on Tuesday morning. He led a long and successful life and everyone is grateful he did not suffer. The death of a father is always difficult and sad even when you celebrate his long and happy life. RIP.
Ross Myers from Liverpool died on Tuesday too. He was 73. One year ago, he and I were in the same position. We both had stage 4 cancer. We were both white as ghosts and skinny. The last time I saw him was at our party just before we left for Texas last year. This summer, he spent much of his time in the hospital and died on Tuesday. His wife Connie had died two years ago of breast cancer. They retired to the South Shore in 2003 from New Brunswick and built a beautiful home overlooking the ocean just down the road from us. He played the bag pipes while Connie played the fiddle and piano. They will both be missed in Liverpool. I feel sad that they lived here in retirement for such a short time. We will miss Ross with his energy and zest for living. RIP.
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