As I rode in the the taxi to the airport to catch my flight to Toronto with Porter Airlines, I received an email message advising me the flight was delayed. This was late in the morning of February 20, 2015. I was en route to Port Colborne to stay with my sister Kelly and her husband Jeff. My brother and sisters and I gathered to celebrate our mother's 75th birthday. As it turned out the flight was delayed for two hours. I sat and waited at the airport and finally boarded the plane. I arrived in Toronto later that afternoon and made my way to the GO Train station at Union Station. I grabbed a chocolate chip cookie at a Starbucks and used the washroom before boarding the GO Train bound for Burlington. A friendly stranger helped me find my way at the Burlington station to where I connected to the GO Bus bound for St. Catherine's. My sister and my nephew Liam were there to greet me. On the drive to her home in Port Colborne we picked up a pizza for supper. It was after 7:00 pm when we got to her house, had a bite and crashed.
It was five years since I last saw or spoke to my mother and father. We have a troubled history and because of it I decided to go my own way. I agreed to come for the celebration of my mother's 75th birthday, because it would make my mother happy and so I could see my four grand nieces and nephews for the first time. Our extended family met at a Chinese restaurant in Port Colborne and had a great feast to celebrate mother's birthday. I spoke to my mother and father briefly at the restaurant. After the meal we all returned to Jeff and Kelly's house for birthday cake and the opening of gifts for my mother. I spoke with my mother and father more at this reception and everyone had a good time. I declined the invitation to visit my mother and father at their home the next day as my return flight to Ottawa was already booked. I told them if they want to reach me, they can relay any messages through my sister Kelly. The experience was good on the whole, but still left me feeling drained emotionally. It is good to be back home with Mika.
It was five years since I last saw or spoke to my mother and father. We have a troubled history and because of it I decided to go my own way. I agreed to come for the celebration of my mother's 75th birthday, because it would make my mother happy and so I could see my four grand nieces and nephews for the first time. Our extended family met at a Chinese restaurant in Port Colborne and had a great feast to celebrate mother's birthday. I spoke to my mother and father briefly at the restaurant. After the meal we all returned to Jeff and Kelly's house for birthday cake and the opening of gifts for my mother. I spoke with my mother and father more at this reception and everyone had a good time. I declined the invitation to visit my mother and father at their home the next day as my return flight to Ottawa was already booked. I told them if they want to reach me, they can relay any messages through my sister Kelly. The experience was good on the whole, but still left me feeling drained emotionally. It is good to be back home with Mika.
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