He wasn’t my uncle, my family, but he was my friend. He was my new year game partner trying to beat those darn women. Auntie Yvonne and my Darlene.
Born Ukrainian Wasil, William, Billy. On a stretch of Manitoba bush an hour south of Winnipeg. I only knew him for as long as I have known Darlene.
I was brought into the family as gently as can be imagined in French Canadian lore. I got tossed in and told if they like you they’ll keep you.
In some ways they kept me, but in many more I kept them. They have been my adoptive family in Manitoba. My own family is in Ontario. Far and gone.
So it’s thorough her (our) family that I feel whole. Lives change people die. But it’s though our connecting that we live and grow. Living and dying.
Love to you all