Lost and Found

When someone dies, we lose a part of ourselves. It is not until much later we come to realize that we also find a part of ourselves through the experience.

On March 16, 1987 my family suffered a great loss - my father, my brother and my maternal uncle were drowned while hunting seabirds close to the lighthouse where I was raised in Newfoundland, Canada.

It was an incredible blow not just to our family, but also everyone in our small community of approximately 125 people. To lose three young men so suddenly was a shock that was felt in the entire region.