it turns out that my uncle bill (third from the right, beside my dad) died at the same hospital as he was born in. the first thing i thought when i heard that was "that's so typical of uncle bill". he lived within blocks of himself his entire life. he didn't leave toronto for 25 years. he was a man who lived in the familiar and therefore died in the familiar too. incredible. the circle of life.
yesterday at the reception my aunt joan said to me "do you have dreadlocks in your hair?!?!". i'd tried brushing out a few more on the way there and had the rest mostly hidden in my bun. when i explained that i was combing them out i mentioned i was surprised that she noticed them. she said "i'm jamaican!", true, she would notice them.
on the drive home i told my dad "well... you get a 6 out of 10 for behaviour, but a 10 out of 10 for effort". he said "thank you miss magoog, when do i get my ice cream?" :D
i know you're out there waiting for an answer i can't give you.
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I agree that your dad's the handsomest. And I knew he was your dad before reading which one was him because he looks so much like you.
Me too Rachel...the bright smiley look on his face gave it away.
:-)
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