Untitled 2 – by Andre Lalonde
In my last blog I mentioned a new batch of friends. Some recent experiences could have only come from knowing them.
On Christmas Eve—even though I am not religious—my friend bought me a ticket for the annual MCC Christmas eve service at Roy Thompson hall—even though I am not gay. At one point they asked that people in the audience speak out loud the names of those we pray for or those who we’ve lost. I would have normally let others speak and remained silent, but I didn’t. My voice boomed in that place when I said, “My father, Paul.” I have a few social anxieties which I rarely ever disclose. Speaking is not one of them. This room was packed. Among those present were, Olivia Chow, Bill Blair and Kristyn Wong-Tam.
I begin this new stretch of my journey without my dad here in the physical, but I carry enough in my memory to remember and look back on all the things he taught me; even if none of those things were related to writing, it all can be made to fit.
Walk your road.