The call of home: Moving to New Brunswick (Part III)
Hard to believe, but it’s been five years since my friend and I pulled into the driveway after dark, with a disintegrated rear tire and most of my wife’s and my worldly possessions in tow.
On dying & grief (postscript)
It did not take long after I had written the first four parts of this essay for me to find out what grief in losing a close friend would look like.
