Casual Fridays: These Kings of Men

Hi guys. It's Britt. 

I miss my Dad. On Sunday, it would have been his 57th birthday. He's been gone for almost two years, and I'm still surprised to remember he's not with us anymore. It's like an electric shock. A bolt to the chest. 

Jack Layton's recent death has brought my Dad to mind. That is not to say that my Dad and Jack Layton were the same, but they were both good men lost to cancer way before their time.

Its been really touching walking the streets of this city and seeing all of the tributes to Mr. Layton, the signs and posters, flowers and candles. Yesterday when I got on the TTC, there was a notice in the window of the subway collector booth telling people how to get to Jack Layton's office to pay their respects.

When I have to deal with a loss, for me, memories and storytelling are key. Remembering someone and how their life affected mine makes everything bigger somehow. It helps me feel better. Because lets be honest, loss hurts. Something awful.

Happy Birthday, Dad. In so many ways, you are still with me.

Here's something I know my Dad would'a liked. Click here and sing with me now. Bonus points if you rock out a little bit.

Remember everything this weekend, story makers. See you back here on Monday. 

Britt