Saying goodbye to my Canadian host father
A month ago I flew to Canada to attend my Rotary father's celebration of life service. When my host sister's invited me to attend, the very first thought is that it's insane to fly to the other side of the world for a service. Frankly, I have not done that for other Rotary host parents that have passed away earlier. But I do feel that my Rotary sisters there are far relatives and I wanted to be with them and give them a big hug. And also for a while I have this nagging feeling that I'm not seeing a generation in Canada that I love very much enough and that my frequency of going there is too low. So I figured why not? As I posted before I got ill during the trip but fortunately the worst came after the service. I arrived after a long set of flights at a friend's place for a bit of sleep and she drove me over to my hometown where I got reunited with my host mom and host sister in the service flat where in the mean time she moved too. We wer...
