By Monica Lamb-Yorski
You know how things come in bunches?
That’s what’s happened in my life recently.
On Aug. 26 my father passed away after being diagnosed with congestive heart failure in February.
It was hard to believe because my dad was a runner and walked everywhere.
I was able to visit with him the weeks leading up to his death and find myself talking to him more often now than I did the last few years.
Dad used to often tell me that “good things come to he who waits,” and I’ve been thinking about that lately.
After being married for 31 years, my husband and I just bought a home that we keep pinching ourselves about.
It’s the 12th home we’ve lived in together and the third home we’ve owned.
When our six children were all living at home, our house measured 960 square feet and it was all on one level.
Add to that the fact it was in Prince Rupert where it rains two thirds of the time.
Lego featured largely in the lives of our kids and sleepovers mainly happened when one of the siblings was sleeping over at someone else’s place.
The year I stayed behind to let our eldest son graduate from high school before we moved to Williams Lake, our small house felt quite comfortable with the three boys and myself.
We fixed it up to rent it out and on the day of our departure we ran around taking photographs for insurance and I said to my husband that if we were ever coming back it would be roomy if it was just the two of us.
Two years after renting the house out our tenants skipped town and left a disaster so we fixed it up, sold it and continued renting here. That was until last month when we noticed a home we felt could suit us for the next few decades.
As for the puppy, that decision emerged after our youngest decided if we were buying a home then we could get a dog. A few days later his father noticed George on the BCSPCA website.
She was one of nine puppies from a German Shepherd/Husky cross mom who was rescued. Within a few days of joining our family, George became Luna, part of our pet family — cats Java and Mooch.
I have never expected much and realize things can vanish quickly. However, this morning as I walked with Luna in the woods behind our house I knew deep down I was home.
Monica Lamb-Yorski is a staff writer with the Black Press / Williams Lake Tribune/Weekend Advisor.