Ever have a day when memories of someone
who is no longer living
surfaced in your heart and mind?

It’s not their birthday
or any particular occasion that would bring them to mind
yet you feel their presence
and find yourself grateful for the ways
lessons and moments they touched your life.

That’s me … remembering my dad, Albert Edward (Eddie) Mack.
Born in England in 1903, he died in Canada in 1981.
He had little formal education
because he had to go to work
when he was only eight
to help support his family.

Yet, in spite of only having a grade three education
he became a voracious reader
stock broker
owner of an antiquities store
art historian
and consultant to the National Art Gallery in Ottawa.

Dad was a gentle man (and gentleman!),
a loving man
a kind man
a romantic
… ohhhh, the love letters he wrote my mother!
and a wonderful ballroom dancer.
When he would turn on the radio
… and take my mom into his arms in our living room
magic happened and we all knew it.

Dad was a polymath.
His expertise spanned a significant number of different subject areas
thanks to his voracious reading, deep sense of curiosity
ability to reason
and eagerness to learn from others.

At the same time, he was a humble man
whose love of his wife, children and grandchildren
(as can be seen by this photo of Dad and my son Tod when he was a toddler),
were foremost in his life.

Dad wasn’t always home as he often traveled for work
but he was always “with us.”
His wisdom, lifestyle, mentoring
(even when we weren’t aware of it)
contributed to make each of us
the people we now are.

We often had serious discussions in our home at dinner
about all sorts of things
including ‘life after death’.”

Some religions state there is life-after-death.
Some cultures believe there is.
Many people hope there is.

No living person knows for certain.
But, if experiences of the presence of loved ones
long after they have died
in ways that are not understood
is any indication
then life after death does exist.

How?   I don’t know.
Yet I choose to believe that
when our mortal life on this planet earth ends,
our spirit continues to live.
And life-after-death
becomes our reality.

That is my belief, my hope, my prayer.

And in the meantime
in the remembering of loved ones who have died
in the silent conversations with loved ones who have died
in the memories that bring gratitude and smiles and joy
they live.





Photo and Text © june maffin



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