Archive for June, 2008

A few months ago I finally gave in and joined Facebook.  I always thought it more of a young person’s website so kept ignoring the email messages from family & friends asking me to sign up.  Now just two months later it’s official folks — Hi my name’s Karen and I’m addicted to Facebook 🙂  So much fun !!  I’ve added oodles of pictures and quotes and love sending short silly messages.  It’s really wonderful to keep in touch with family & friends across the country as far away as Ethopia & Germany.  The reason I’m sharing this is to apologize for the lack of blogs the past few months.  Seems when I have a few moments to spare I’m facebooking.  Sorry Mom !!  With email, MSN, blogging and now facebooking it’s incredible I manage to find time for old fashion pursuits like reading a book.

What a gorgeous sunny day here on the beach.  My favourite kind of day with a delicious cool breeze blowing in the windows and I can hear the wind whispering in the trees.  Everything is so green and lush here.  Our garden plot out front is exploding with roses & our tiny little lilac tree finally bloomed this year.  Eventually we’ll get some warmer temperatures — I just walk around in short sleeves anyway as if it’s summer !! 

The bed & breakfast is keeping us busy and close to home now. This spring we’ve had guests from Thailand, South Africa, England, Germany & Holland.  One morning the conversation really made me laugh — the guests were talking about BC marijuana.  Seems that “BC bud” has quite a reputation around the world.  Hmmm did I mention to the guests that their host is a Mountie? 

The black bears are active and wandering the neighbourhood and we’re seeing otters, seals, eagles and herons regularly.  Most importantly it won’t be long before our beloved orcas start making their regular appearance.   Transients were spotted yesterday much to the delight of 4 of our guests who went out in very grey & drizzly weather.  Here’s hoping for a season with little bits of sunshine and lots of wildlife.  Blessings from the beach…


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Danielle Victoria Elizabeth Tuma — on May 1st she celebrated her 16th birthday.  On May 22nd she died tragically in a car accident just a few moments from home.  I never met Danielle but I’ve gotten to know her parents Jeff & Eileen over the past few months and as you can imagine many hearts ache for them.

The Tumas moved to Port McNeill from Fort MacMurray, Alberta excited to be part of life in a small coastal town.  Danielle made many friends, was working part-time and had a boyfriend Jessie.  Jeff and Eileen love crabbing on the beach, fishing on their boat and life on the beach in their new home.  Sadly, a move that was made a few days after Danielle’s memorial service. 

Losing their beloved child — their only child has enveloped Jeff and Eileen in unimaginable grief.  They are living with unbearable pain and too many questions with no answers.   Somehow just 3 weeks later they are able to talk about their “Danielly belly” without crying every time.  Somehow they go shopping for groceries, cut the grass, make meals and try to make their new home a place they can feel comfortable.

The memorial service was one of the saddest but touching I’ve ever been to.  The Scout hall was full of family, friends, teachers and students spilling out onto the grass.  Danielle’s best friend Taysha was too overcome to speak so the funeral director read a letter on her behalf.  Taysha said Danielle was always smiling and encouraged her friends and made them feel good about themselves.  A eulogy written by Danielle’s family talked about her as a “free spirit” who loved spending time shooting with her Dad but was also very much a girly girl.

I send this Irish prayer to all who love and miss Danielle

Do not stand at my grave and weep,  I am not there…I do not sleep.  I am the thousands winds that blow…I am the diamond glints on snow.  I am the sunlight on ripened grain…I am the gentle autumn rain.  When you waken in the morning’s hush, I am the swift uplifing rush.  Of gentle birds in circling flight…I am the soft star that shines at night.  Do not stand at my grave and cry – I am not there…I did not die.

Blessings from the beach…

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