Tag: Ottawa

Ottawa

Out for a good dinner with a good old friend. How I miss that! Hello #Ottawa πŸ‡¨πŸ‡¦πŸ˜˜. I did cry at the airport, with the immigration officer, when I had to tell him about the ashes of P. Advertisements

Life after you…

I met P.’s sister for the first time near Ottawa. It was wonderful. We sat in a small bakery and talked nonstop, for five hours. We laughed and cried. It felt like… I was separated from him, then a huge sadness happened for both…

Finally some real grey, snow and cold- β€˜that’s some mystical shit’. -Ottawa, Ontario.