I had artwork in a show and kept asking my sisters to attend the opening, because I figured I had to bug them to get them to come. When I was leaving the house I asked them "aren't you coming?" They said no, that they had not been invited. I inadvertently hurt their feelings because I assumed they would always be there.
It has been two years since my dad died. (Today is 1.22.2018. He died on 1.21.2016.) In getting rid of scraps of paper in my life (de-cluttering; I'm not yet ready for Swedish Death Cleaning!), I found an old receipt with some notes on it. "broken hand" "Dr. Dumont" "St. Joseph nuns" "Campbellton" Google brought me here: St. Joseph Hospital - http://www.rhsj.org/en/former-apostolic-sites_382_-21.php Religieuses Hospitalieres de Saint-Joseph I can't find information on Dr. Dumont (not that I tried that hard . . . ) but here's what I remember of that conversation with my dad over two years ago (I don't have the best memory!). He was talking about bequests after my mom died. He wanted to send money to places that were meaningful to him - the convent where his sister, Sister Beatrice, served, for example. He also mentioned Dr. Dumont, who had fixed his "broken hand" when he was a kid. He said they couldn'...
I don't remember this! I wish I'd gone to your cross country meets . . . I would have loved cheering you on. I enjoy going to see your artwork on display when I get the opportunity. Life is meant to be lived! No regrets, but lots of opportunities to learn and grow. Love you!
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