2016!

Hello...
it's me...
I was wondering if after all these months if you would like to hear from me...

Adele is back and so am I...sense of humour-check, still intact!


Happy New Year to all!

I hope everyone had a happy holiday season.
We all survived around here and enjoyed the break from daily routines to spend time with family and friends.
Ben and Sarah had a great Christmas, spoiled all round, but both excited and appreciative. Sarah was all in this year with Santa, which made it extra fun!

Well once again I have been negligent about keeping things "fresh and real". Good thing I don't require income from my blog, broke or fired I would be!
We did do a full kitchen reno during the months I was missing, so my focus was clearly on managing my wife, and explaining over and over, that we did have a budget! Good news, all done and looks great... not sure about the budget though.

How would I describe the last number of months...hmmm... difficult, frustrating, numbing, enlightening, just to roll a few adjectives.
Lots of changes happened, more proposed, and it seemed more overwhelming. I think a large part was losing any independence I may have had left and was holding on to.

We had a lot of people in over the last few months... nurse practitioners, OT, case worker, dietitian, respiration specialist and a couple visits to the ALS Clinic. Much of it came with learning new equipment, education and some tough discussions regarding the road ahead.
For the first time in my journey the conversation included the word "palliative". Now please don't jump to any conclusions, I'm hoping to be hanging around for a while longer! It was just time for those tough discussions to happen and the details sorted out, and I thank my family for their support during them. I know it wasn't easy!

My PSA for the month...

"regardless of your age, health, marital status whatever ... please take the time to have the tough discussions now to ensure your loved ones know what your end of life wishes are. Not just a will but the "other stuff" as well. It will provide them with the comfort and direction during a difficult time.
I know , morbid stuff, but necessary, lecture over!"



Health wise, I've been pretty good. Without the whole ALS thing, I'd probably be living like a rock star!
My ALS world, a little different. I am now, pretty much, fully dependent on others for my care. Over the last several months I have added to my "arsenal": a lift, suction machine, bi-pap, nurse visits and just around the corner... hospital bed time and feeding through my tube.


Grandpa did the "Alpha" test

The Hoyer lift, as it is known, transition went relatively smooth. That is, after I made my 70 year old able bodied dad try it first! Once he landed where he should I was willing to try. So far, no falls, and much less stress for all of us.



Ben, Sarah and Jackson

The bipap machine is a different story!
A bipap and cpap are largely known for there use by those with sleep apnea. You put a mask on at night and basically it ensures you get air. The bipap offers inhale and exhale pressure, versus the cpap, which is a single pressure.

In my case, the idea is, wear the bipap at night and it allows my lungs to take a break from working so hard.
Truth be told, I've been slow to do more than "test" it to this point.
Between my somewhat heightened anxiety levels and the whole "Hannibal"
face thing I got issues! Couple that with the fact that I can't adjust the mask without assistance... you get me right?
Needless to say, I'll get there.

That's all I got for now. Slow going on the keyboard these days but you all keep me coming back so thank you!

Till we bounce again...



Jeff and Darlene

Following my diagnosis in late 2010, and as we entered the spring of 2011, we were introduced to the Georgetown ALS Walk committee. It was there that we met Jeff and Darlene Sutherland.

Jeff was diagnosed with ALS in 2008. Though we hadn't met I was familiar with Jeff as he was a Doctor in town. As Susan and I spoke with them we were soon amazed by the similarities in our families circumstances; both Jeff and I were in our 40's (and we thought relatively healthy), both professionals, both raising young families, both charming, funny and witty and both with ties to the east coast. They were so gracious immediately and offered whatever help they could to maneuver the "ALS waters".

Since that meeting, Jeff has become my "ALS big brother"... answering questions, sharing equipment, providing advice and letting me know what's ahead when I ask. It's not like he doesn't have enough to worry about and do, but he always finds time for me when I come a calling! Darlene has been much the same with Susan. Quite simply, I'm not sure where Susan and I would be without the kindness and compassion of the Sutherland's.

Recently, Jeff wrote a poignant and honest essay about his battle with ALS. He was kind enough to allow me to share an excerpt from it.

Here it is...

Animate Me

Life was changing quickly and I hadn't even reached my 43rd birthday. In the twilight of my career, I was given numerous awards to recognize my contributions. Each award, however, had the stench of disease and with this a feeling of unworthiness. At the end of my second year with this disease, I had to end my life's calling. My arms no longer had the strength to lift a stethoscope to a patient's chest. On my last day of clinical work I drove my power wheelchair home that afternoon. The sky was a brilliant blue at the start of our journey but over five minutes the sky darkened and we were suddenly greeted by a thunderstorm. I wondered if this was a forecast of what was to come!
Slowly, over the next four years, I became inanimate. Singing, speaking, eating and swallowing even the saliva in my mouth was lost and replaced with nothing. My eyes have become my guide to independence as their movements are the only muscles I can still voluntarily control. Through my eyes and the wonder of technology, I can speak, write, learn, teach and explore the world. Some people talk about the evils of the digital world but without it I wouldn't want to be alive...Without it I wouldn't be alive.
"Mr. Sutherland, we are ready for you ", they don't know how this grates at my already fragile motor nerves. My inner voice calls out like McCoy on Star Trek, "I am a doctor, God-damn it!" "I was just like you" I never was much for titles when I was "normal" but having it taken away from you makes the longing for it that much more intense.
"I hate what I have become! " She exhaustively states "I feel guilty all of the time" she continues. This is the toll that ALS puts on a couple. My brain interprets the statements to a single message. "The breaks aren't long enough and now I feel lost in the forever of our circumstance." On these dark days, I think to myself "Why make two lives miserable just for a limited existence." My happiness is unfairly derived from her happiness. Without it, I feel responsible for every tear that falls. My guilt is overwhelming.  She feels guilty for being able, I feel guilty for being an obstacle for her to be physically hugged, kissed and caressed-from having a normal husband.
From the onset of the diagnosis of this illness every moment of life has been tainted with the question, "Why us?" and" What would our lives be like if we had no illness?" Questions that remain in the unspoken because to utter them too frequently would demean the attempt "to live in the present ". My friends and peers are in the peak of their careers, each one climbing higher and higher up the ladder of success, while I am paralyzed to join in the pursuit. The power years of the past will never come again. Why keep on going you might ask? A good question would be my reply. My stubborn body refuses to quit right now. I know that there will come a time when it will just give up. I hope that it comes at a time when my family will be okay. I know now that time is near…
"The time has come" my body tells me. Reflexively, my body clenches and my tongue rolls back. "Holy shit! I am dying "I recognize the irony  -  dying in the place in which I have worked my whole career saving lives. My brain hears the frantic noises around me. I hear my wife plead, "I am not ready for him to die!" My brain fires random thoughts as it becomes more and more anoxic. The last thing I see is the pencil drawing side profile of the head of a young boy. My brain names him Josh. While waiting for a bright light to guide me, suddenly all goes black and my brain stops. I want to have the out of body experience that many have had in similar circumstances but I am left in the blackness, feeling sad, alone and afraid. An eternity passes and I open my eyes. I now want to live and I know that this is not my time to die. With my body finally forsaking me, it is now me who will not quit. I add to my arsenal of technology a permanent ventilator.
Now I am without movement. As if I was a rock in a wheelbarrow I get transported from location to location through the exertion of someone else. Some relationships which I never thought would be compromised before illness are gone forever. However positive I try to be, some people can't deal with my new realities. Abandonment at the time of greatest need is something I can't personally understand. Families can be destroyed when this type of adversity is faced. Other relationships flourish under the same circumstances. The incongruity of this boggles my mind!  The new normality doesn't seem abnormal anymore. Adaptation is the key to survival. I think of the many obstacles in my path but I have found what is essential for my happiness; a dash of hope, some purpose, independence of thought with the ability to explore my environment and most importantly to be loved and to be able to communicate love…Even if this is expressed through a synthesized voice.
The alarm clock ring from the other room returns me from the wilderness of my brain. "Please don't press the snooze button my big toe is bent and is killing me" my inner voice pleads. I am pinned to the mattress. Gravity can be an overwhelming wrestling foe. My beautiful partner, the person who married me twice and vowed, "in sickness and in health, through the good times and bad times, until death do us part " comes to my aid. Still half asleep, she turns me in bed and the view of my prison changes. New stainless steel bars come into view, the beige walls are replaced by windows and I can see the first light of the new day. Comfortable again, I nod back to sleep, ready to dream of being animated once again. My mind falls asleep to Stephen Hawking's synthetic voice saying "Where there is life, there is hope!"

ALS Walk June 2015

Saturday June 6th was another great day for our Georgetown ALS Walk. Over 800 people participated and The Murray Machine had another fantastic year with close to 100 family and friends joining us!
The Murray Machine raised over $40,000 this year for ALS! In 5 years our team has raised over $200,000. Thanks to each and every one of you who continue to support us every year!

Forgot the annual photo, some of the team!

It's another special moment in our journey that makes the fight worthwhile, seeing and hearing from everyone. They are precious memories for our family and a thoughtful caring legacy that I hope Ben and Sarah grow to understand and honour as they grow older. One can only hope that our children grow up kind and compassionate!

 

Bruce, Eric, Yvonne, Joyce, Mom and Dad 

Sign in! Sue, sister Pam and Shelley

 

 

Once again, our thanks to everyone for their love, support and sponsorship!

I'll be back soon!

50... Hard to believe?

Well, here I am again behind the 8 ball!

Celebrated my 50th birthday on February 14th and now it's after Easter so my stories are sooo like ancient! Oh well, I'll give you some friendly banter and hope to be more timely moving ahead.

It is getting more difficult as time passes on the computer. I am still managing with 2 hands on the mouse, one click finger left and the onscreen keyboard. Holding out before eye gaze becomes my fulltime reality. So, though I'm somewhat proficient at the concept, there are days when the body won't keep up with the mind. I will probably play a game with you in the near future where I spend less time editing and just leave on the page whatever happens!

On to my 50th...
Hard to say what I'm feeling? 5 years ago I would of said 50  is way young! Now it seems less about my age and just more about time, if that makes any sense?

My original plan at 50, in my mind, had included golf in Ireland and Scotland. No need for a party just send me on my trip! Well aside from some video golf, trip isn't happening, and Susan thought we should have a party. I wasn't on side, why bother, can't talk or eat, family get together will be just fine I said... yada yada...

I'll get in to my reasoning and thoughts another time, however, as far as the party was concerned I relented with some modifications.

Being "blessed" to be born on Valentines Day(as I say the only day, along with being born Christmas day, that you have to spend money on others on your day, just saying!) I used Valentines as the façade for calling it a birthday party. So, instead we had a Family Valentines Bash!
Rented a hall, DJ and some great food all on Valentines Day! 40 kids or so, along with the adults, came out in -20 something weather and a good time was had by all!
Much to my Scrooge chagrin I too had a good time rocking to the 80's, and was blessed to have shared with so many family and friends !

Thanks to my wife for her persistence in getting me to agree to such. I enjoy a party but Susan loves a party! Also thank you to the merry band of party planners who helped, along with my sis, who kept the kids entertained and my other sis, Jacqui, who keeps my wife in line and near budget!




The Boys- How many are 50?

Party ready !

COME JOIN THE WALK!

SATURDAY JUNE 6TH!

 

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Long December...Welcome to 2015!

Happy New Year to all!

Now that I've recharged in January and froze in February, I am back on routine and figured it was time to get my hands moving and an update out!

We survived December and all it had to offer and rang in 2015, no small feat this year to accomplish.

As I had mentioned in my previous entry, I needed you to say a little prayer for me as Myra(our f/t caregiver) went home to the Philippines, for the month on holidays. At the time, when we discussed it in February(2014), it all seemed plausible, we would find coverage, a great trip for Myra and she was getting married! But in hindsight, and selfishly, wedding or not, what was I thinking!

So after weeks of planning and scheduling, with the help of 3 different organizations, I was somewhat "comfortable" with where we needed to be. I must say I was quite proud of the colour coordinated schedule I created. I was able to tap into my old training skills and all those coast to coast rollouts!

Then on December 5th Myra left and the fun began!

Look, my expectations going in were low. I knew we might be in for a rough ride. You just can't replace someone, especially Myra, and the routines you have created, especially when it's only for a month, near impossible!

I did manage to make it through the month, relatively unscathed, and I can now look back and laugh. But oh my, a few days, I was heading for the door hoping to escape to the nearest home or garage!

I can safely say that in December I haven't had that many hands on me since my mosh pit days in the 80's!

We had a lot of people in and out during the month so that provided for some interesting moments...

Now let me preface a couple of the funny moments I will tell, with the fact that our caregivers, by and large, have been wonderful. They have a thankless job and without them, and the organizations they represent, we would be, well, screwed and left on our own.

With that said, what would life be without a little humour and
laughing!
We have an elevator, as you know, and I drive in and back out. I'm still okay with the driving in part but I can no longer back out. There are controls on the back of my chair so an attendant can drive.

On the day in question Susan was going out but she had "trained" this individual(lets call them "Pat"!) on how to operate the chair before. Now I don't think I will get in trouble for calling out Susan's training skills... she's fast on the "show and tell" piece and slow on what I call "check for understanding" and "follow up"!
I wheeled  in the elevator to head upstairs with Pat. I landed at the 2nd floor, and was momentarily locked in the elevator. I was confident I would get out, as Pat had made the same mistake twice before, so I figured we'd get there and eventually we did.
Now the challenge of backing me out...
Pat powered on the chair with confidence and then started backing up. Now I recognize the joystick is sensitive and it does take some getting used to, but...
Pat repeatedly ran into the door frame, THUNK, THUNK, THUNK, taking chunks out of the door and giving me whiplash! I tried to remain calm and provide instruction but the "foreign" language I now speak is only understood by a few. Pat started to panic a bit and move me forward in order to correct the turns but now overcompensated and I was turning sideways! I mustered enough voice to yell "STOP" and Pat heard that and did. We both took a couple of deep breathes, and then I took the controls. I managed to get straightened and my back wheels out. I then let Pat do the rest and wheel me out. I'm not sure who was more exhausted, Pat or I, and the door ... some sanding to do but still on its hinges!

Now let me introduce "Chris". Chris was in one morning and assisted me with having breakfast. I usually have breakfast in our family room and said caregiver sits beside me and helps. Now it does take me much longer to eat my meals these days but on this particular day it took an hour to eat a hard boiled egg and half a banana. Not my fault, can you guess what happened?
Well, Chris was apparently quite tired and nodded off... not once, not twice but 3 times! I could only sit there and  giggle to myself as I didn't want to startle Chris. Breakfast, one hour.
Thank heavens Chris wasn't a drooler... awkward!

In other news...

As most are, I'm tired of February and the cold. I'm a little like a caged animal not being able to get out. I won't whine to loudly though as our family and friends in the east coast are literally covered in snow!

Hit 50 on February 14th. How did I get so old? Had a "little" party. Will share that and some pictures with you in my next entry!


Till then , which will be soon, stay warm!

This and that...

Hi all!

A little bit of "this and that" today, just hitting the highlights!

Today, November 17th, marks 4 years, since our ill-fated visit to the doctor to receive the news of my diagnosis. Susan and I had just returned from our trip to Jamaica, no job, clean slate to start fresh... who knew what lied ahead? Boy oh boy was I in for a surprise!

I don't know what cliché applies more, "feels like yesterday", or "feels like a life time ago", maybe a bit of both? I remember that day and period of time vividly but the activities of my "other" life, when I think back, sometimes seem like a distant memory.

Today, we are where we are. I'll probably have my pity cry for 5 minutes at some point today and then it will be time to move on! There are others far worse off.

Health wise, I'm okay. In general, I've been healthy. ALS wise, over the last few months, I would suggest, my physical "faculties" have declined. I know I've been saying it for a while but my voice is pretty much a "caveman" now, second looks from everyone!
Still eating, though I've had a couple of swallowing incidents.  A lot now off the menu and we have started to use the feeding tube to build up my tolerance for the "formula".
I'm  hanging on with my computer fingers. Two hands to move the mouse and only one click finger left! The new year will bring much more "Mr. T" communication time.
Legs still hold me up, somewhat, when transferring, but when fatigue is a factor, I'm pretty much dead weight or a big old floppy fish! This, unfortunately, has led to talks of a hospital bed for a variety of reasons...woo freaking hoo.
That's the body, it ain't pretty but it's all mine!

On the mental side I would ask that you say a prayer for me and send me your glad tidings in December. No, not for those reasons!
Somehow along the way we agreed to give Myra(my manny) December off so she could go home and visit her family. What was I thinking!?
They keep telling me we will be fine but I have Myra promise everyday that she will be back in January! Stay tuned!


In other news...

Kids are great. Ben's 9 and in grade 4, Sarah 6 and in grade 1. Both busy with sports and activities and generally a pleasure to be with!

My final shout out to my Mom and Dad who celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary in October. We had an amazing weekend away with them, our family, on thanksgiving. Congratulations M/D!

Beth and Wendell

That's all for now, be back soon!

Our Excellent PEI Adventure!

Hello!
I'm not sure where the time has gone, whether I've been busy or on hiatus like a favourite tv show. Nevertheless, here I am back with some highlights from the summer.

Health wise, I've had a pretty quiet summer, which I could say is good. Some deterioration here and there but nothing "dramatic". My voice continues to wane and my words spoken are mostly unrecognizable. Arms and legs are getting weaker and I just "flop" sometimes. Back at McMaster in September so I will update further in my next entry.

The kids have been troopers this summer as they were paraded between camps and daycare. Unfortunately, as I require more attention, there is little opportunity for them to be home as Myra's time is stretched between me and keeping the house running. When they have been home, thank you to our "village" for keeping their eyes on them, entertained and safe!

Around April/May discussions turned to summer vacation and what we might do. As I am pretty much in my wheelchair fulltime we were somewhat limited in our selection for a family getaway.

Rewind to a year ago and our trip to PEI. We had stayed at my uncle/aunt's cottage, only a stones throw from mom and dad. We had a great trip and in the back of my mind, maybe my last journey to the island.
Now, nestled in between our 2 family cottages is a "cottage" that was built in 2008. We had heard and knew that it was available to rent. So upon our return last year I did a little search online for the "cottage" and found it. I arranged with the property manager for my mom and dad to have a look.

The next part is a little hard to believe...

One of the owners had been injured in an accident and the cottage had been built to be wheelchair accessible; elevator, roll in shower, ramps, and spacious rooms for wheelchair maneuvering.
Who da thunk that in our little piece of heaven in Fernwood PEI, on farmland that was in my mom's family for decades, a couple from Georgia would not only find Fernwood, but would suffer a tragedy in their family and still build a cottage in PEI. They did and I will be eternally grateful for the opportunity it provided us with to visit my "Home Away From Home" once again.

Back to our conversations around holidays, now late May and  Susan asked "what should we do this summer then?" I replied "PEI", Susan shuddered and said "really?", I nodded and the talks began!

Now let's be honest I've always been in charge of logistics around here. Organizing, booking, checklists...it's me, that's how we've rolled and Susan will tell you it was great! Get herself and the kids ready, where do we need to be and when do we leave!
Well, obviously, things have changed. I can still get us through "Part A" of logistics but when we now get to execution I'm useless and Susan has to takeover! It's not one of the roles, of the many she's had to takeover, that she loves!

So with that, the planning began...

First, book the 4000 sq ft "cottage"(way out of the budget but authorized through the bucket fund!)
Next, transportation. We investigated flying but between worrying about what the airlines might do to my chair and then our need for a vehicle on the island, scratch that idea.
Well then, let's drive, road trip!

Susan was excited! A handicap husband, a 6 and 9 year old and 17 hours on the open road, a once in a lifetime family adventure... needless to say, talks broke down, next idea please.

Next idea, a hybrid. Fly the kids with Myra(my "manny") and we would drive. Still a lot of work, something missing. And then the lightbulb, the big one, convince someone else to join us on The Excellent PEI Adventure!
We identified our target, Susan's sister Jacqui, her husband Justin and the nephews, Jordan and Jackson.
We  invited them for dinner, fed Justin food and beer so we could get him on board. Jacqui is the sober one with me, so I had to use my brother in law charm and weepy wheelchair eyes and within a couple of hours had them hooked!
We figured out the final details... Myra would fly with the 3 young ones and we would road trip, the adults and Jordan, in two vehicles, woo hoo! Susan's mom also decided to join us, but she was smart and also flew!

With everything booked we now had to focus on the details of the road trip. I had yet to spend more than hour in the Silver Streak so some long distance training was needed and how was I to be entertained for 17-18 hours? I put the call out to the "village" for help with the entertainment. The Silver Streak is not pimped out with options so we were starting with nothing. My chair is locked down, more or less, in the middle of the van so that was our starting point.
Villager D ventured into his one stop shop garage and pulled out an ipad holder that secured to the headrest and he also had the power source. The alpha test in the driveway was a success! Next, load some entertainment on the ipad. Villager Adrian helped with that and it was time for the beta test. Off we went on a little road trip, I was all wired up, and success again!

Now the road details... we were going to do the trip over 2 days, leave early Friday and arrive late afternoon Saturday.
Overnight destination, Riviere du Loup.
The only other critical planning was stops along the way, washrooms being most important! Without sharing any potty stories here are my provincial grades for handicap washrooms: Ontario, A, the new Onroute highway locations are great! Quebec gets a C and NB a D.
At one stop, the men's washroom was the only option. When is was clear Susan and I wheeled in. I did my business and we got out of there before any embarrassing moments. We thought it was weird that no one had come in as it was really busy. When we walked out, Jacqui was standing there with a grin, and in front of the door was a "Cleaning in Progress" sign. We laughed, moved the sign, and carried on. Aunt Jacqui is the best!

We made it to RDL, spent the night without incident, and got back on the
road early Saturday morning. My "driving team" rotated between the two vehicles with nephew Jordan keeping us entertained along the way!
We arrived in PEI around 3pm Saturday, no worse for wear, greeted by the kids, Myra, Linda and my Mom and Dad. My Mom commented on how refreshed I looked while the others were, say, a little haggard looking!

The cottage was beautiful... spacious, 5 bedroom, open concept, huge kitchen with amenities galore( 8 HD TV's and wired for sound in every room my faves!) I was able to move around freely throughout the cottage, get downstairs where the kids bedrooms and entertainment area were and on to the deck. My favourite part of the whole cottage, the asphalt path that led to the banks edge where I could look over the Northumberland Strait, and more importantly, be able to watch the kids on the beach!

our rental "cottage"




The Family

We had a fantastic week! Lots of family, fun and frolic. We hosted over 30 of the extended MacFarlane family(Mom's side) one afternoon and it was great to see everyone and we had a beautiful island day.





The kids were on the beach everyday swimming, exploring and searching for crabs. Being able to watch and hear was the next best thing to being down there with them.

The rest of the week was more of the same... beach, relaxing, eating, visiting. The week was capped off when they all decided to go deep sea fishing. Susan, Ben, Sarah, Jacqui, Justin, Jordan, Jackson and cousin Heather. This is my 3rd party, abridged version of their outing.

It was a pleasant enough day when they left and arrived at the wharf. They all put their "slickers" on to avoid getting wet and covered in fish guts. Off they went on the "3 hour tour". All was well and they were all catching some fish, mostly mackerel. The wind was starting to blow, and as they once said in a TV theme song "the weather started getting rough..." The kids were getting a little bored and once you lose focus on a rocky boat, well  that's when the hurling started! As the story was told they were dealing with 6-8 ft swells. At least half the boat were sharing buckets or leaning over the side, must of been quite a sight! The adults held strong but the kids, 2 were chucking and 2 were down and out!
They got back to shore safely and were all happy to get their feet back on solid ground.
Grandma fried up the mackerel and those interested dug in! I still hold steadfast to my personal motto... if it's from the sea, it's not for me!

Ben, Sarah and Jackson down

Sarah and Jordan down

Windswept but smiling!

The week ended too soon and we packed up for the trip home. We made it home safely, thanks to my driving team, and I managed to watch 6 movies round trip!

Now the "wedding" speech...

Susan, thank you again for having the strength and passion to get us all there. I couldn't do any of this without you and thank you for not leaving me on the side of the Trans Canada somewhere! Love you!
Mom and Dad, you continue to support us beyond comprehension and we couldn't have made the trip without you!
Jacqui, Justin and Linda, thank you for making this trip possible and joining us. We, also, couldn't have made the trip without your help, patience and injection of humour when we needed it!
And Myra. She spends the most time caring for me, good days and bad. She's tireless, compassionate and patient and gets me through each day with my dignity intact. I'm not sure where we would be without her! Thank you Myra for all that you do for our family.


I took a lot of deep breathes throughout the week capturing the moments and, at times, to keep my composure. I don't know whether we'll get back again, only time will tell. This I know, I love PEI. Susan loves PEI. One of things I wanted to see in my lifetime was for our kids to grow and love PEI. Though they are still young, I saw the glimmer in their eyes, when we there this year, and know PEI will be in their hearts forever.

The Gang

Ben

My Girls