Less Gutted
We drove to Montreal on Saturday and Called Audrey as soon as we got in. Audrey was very happy that we had come all the way from Toronto to see her.
While we were visiting her we got caught up with more of the family. We are going to get together with one of Jack’s Sons in Toronto shortly.
Jack was a painter, successful enough that he had several shows in Montreal. His style was very modern and linear. Very crisp and precise lines. Almost architectural. When there was a lull in the activity in the apartment Audrey took us in to the bedroom and showed us a stack of his paintings. She asked us to choose two to take home. We chose one for ourselves and one that we will ship to Igals Parents. Audrey said that Jack would have been very happy for us to have the paintings. Igal and I were both very honored by Audrey’s offer. We could both scarcely speak as we left the apartment, we were both pretty so over whelmed with emotion.
Various Members of the Family were busy that night so Igal and I were left to our own devices. We wandered down town were there was some sort of a festival going on and one of the more popular streets was closed to vehicular traffic.
Businesses has set up booths to sell there wares in the street and Restaurants had assembled huge patios. At one of the out door bars a man was drinking a beer with his pet chinchilla sitting on his shoulder. An odd sight… We paused at another bar and had some excellent wine and Oysters and watched the crowd wander by. A gentleman with a Grey Parrot sitting on his shoulder came in and sat at the bar with his friends. I asked the Gentleman if I could take a picture of his Parrot and he replied that he would do one better and He would take a picture of me and his Parrot. So he plopped the parrot on my shoulder and grabbed my camera. Now I am the proud owner of a “parrot and I” self portrait.
The Next day Igal and I has been invited to another family member’s home. We spent a lovely afternoon getting caught up with family and chatting.
Lana and Her boyfriend Dan were on there way to a resort out side of Montreal, so they stopped and joined us. When it was time to leave Lana invited us to join her and Dan at the resort. – They had a room with a pull out couch. I was supposed to be at work the next day but I decided to stay an extra day and we joined them.
Overall the weekend left me feeling much better then I was feeing when we left Toronto.
We’re saddened by the loss of Jack. He was the last of the original group that came from Russia. His loss is the loss of a legacy of that family, a piece of their history that is forever gone. Audrey was holding up well, but the strain was visible, and I was worried about what would happen to her when the Shiva was over. But I am so very glad that we went. If Igals parents had been living in Toronto they would have made this trip. It feels that we have continued tradition. Terrible loss and sorrow standing starkly against wonderful comfort and closeness to sooth it.
We must go back very soon.
While we were visiting her we got caught up with more of the family. We are going to get together with one of Jack’s Sons in Toronto shortly.
Jack was a painter, successful enough that he had several shows in Montreal. His style was very modern and linear. Very crisp and precise lines. Almost architectural. When there was a lull in the activity in the apartment Audrey took us in to the bedroom and showed us a stack of his paintings. She asked us to choose two to take home. We chose one for ourselves and one that we will ship to Igals Parents. Audrey said that Jack would have been very happy for us to have the paintings. Igal and I were both very honored by Audrey’s offer. We could both scarcely speak as we left the apartment, we were both pretty so over whelmed with emotion.
Various Members of the Family were busy that night so Igal and I were left to our own devices. We wandered down town were there was some sort of a festival going on and one of the more popular streets was closed to vehicular traffic.
Businesses has set up booths to sell there wares in the street and Restaurants had assembled huge patios. At one of the out door bars a man was drinking a beer with his pet chinchilla sitting on his shoulder. An odd sight… We paused at another bar and had some excellent wine and Oysters and watched the crowd wander by. A gentleman with a Grey Parrot sitting on his shoulder came in and sat at the bar with his friends. I asked the Gentleman if I could take a picture of his Parrot and he replied that he would do one better and He would take a picture of me and his Parrot. So he plopped the parrot on my shoulder and grabbed my camera. Now I am the proud owner of a “parrot and I” self portrait.
The Next day Igal and I has been invited to another family member’s home. We spent a lovely afternoon getting caught up with family and chatting.
Lana and Her boyfriend Dan were on there way to a resort out side of Montreal, so they stopped and joined us. When it was time to leave Lana invited us to join her and Dan at the resort. – They had a room with a pull out couch. I was supposed to be at work the next day but I decided to stay an extra day and we joined them.
Overall the weekend left me feeling much better then I was feeing when we left Toronto.
We’re saddened by the loss of Jack. He was the last of the original group that came from Russia. His loss is the loss of a legacy of that family, a piece of their history that is forever gone. Audrey was holding up well, but the strain was visible, and I was worried about what would happen to her when the Shiva was over. But I am so very glad that we went. If Igals parents had been living in Toronto they would have made this trip. It feels that we have continued tradition. Terrible loss and sorrow standing starkly against wonderful comfort and closeness to sooth it.
We must go back very soon.
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