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prue batten's avatar

What a beautiful piece.

I suspect most readers here will identify so much with the poignant way you describe 'letting go'.

It's the part of ageing that frustrates me and i must practice such equanimity in order not to become anguished about it all. There are things that I have been forced to let go, others that I am holding onto so hard. And plan to until the end, the Fates willing.

The saddest part of your essay for me was reading of the rivers and canals not freezing, because it underlines that awful heritage that we may have to pass to our grandchildren. Climate change is a terrible thing.

Thank you for a wonderful piece with such food for thought.

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Lana harper's avatar

My skates remained hung up on a nailhead in the basement for 48 years until last winter when a pipe burst and the insurance company came to clean and renovate my house. I hesitated to throw them in the dump truck . Yes, we had the every Sunday family skate in the Westmount arena and the occasional skate in Murray park .The children cried, the skates were too tight, they fell , around and around we went.... all fond memories and comforting thoughts, thank you for sharing.

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