Alone again

George has left the North. What a great visit we had. He loved the village, loved being in the school, loved the free breakfast and lunch service run by Marc ( we had a chat about the old DRHS lunch menu... dog food sandwiches..now that was a treat)... loved my friends. It was a wonderful time for both of us. The time flew by. We were up each night till at least midnight... you have to imagine TWO WOOLAVERS in the same room.

I left home when George was 10 or so. We have always been close but this visit allowed us to spend a great deal of time together as adults. I knew he was a kind, compassionate man, also a very talented musician but I did not really know how deep his compassion runs. And funny... he is very witty and very funny. He is a great cook too. He bought an ulu at the C0-op and then sliced char for supper.

We did not have all that many meals at home. The first few days we were invited out to welcome G. to Salluit. Then the last few days were Good-bye dinners. We did make up a batch of salt cold fish cakes and a huge pot of homemade beans to show case Nova Scotia style grub.

The Inuit were most kind to my baby brother. Everywhere we went he was stopped and made to feel welcome. We went in to the mayor's office to buy a Salluit pin but he was given one and thanked for coming. As we walked thru the village people would call out his name and wave.

But now the house is empty... very quiet. As he said when he kissed me good=bye... "You'll be OK now." I will be OK but I do miss him. I treasure the time we had here . A very special gift to both of us. The photos show two family members having the best of times together. I laugh when I look at them... we sure had some crazy experiences... it was like he was 10 and I was 20 again.