Saskatchewan Naval Commander Helps Drug Bust
Victoria Divita, only the fourth woman in history to command a Canadian Naval vessel, is from Indian Head. I grew up with Victoria (though I knew her as “Vickie”), she was in my sister’s grade, a couple years younger than me, and in fact, her older brother was best man at Shea’s and my wedding. (I’m sure that brother also told me that his sister was the first woman to command a ship in the Canadian Navy, not the fourth like the article mentions. But perhaps he meant first woman to captain a particular class of warship?) At any rate, it wouldn’t take long in the shoebox of photos mom and dad have to find a picture of Vicki at a birthday party or BBQ or whatever (our parents were quite close too back in the day since their kids were the same age.) I won’t torture her that way since she now has heavy artillery at her disposal. But I will observe that playing war with her brothers, twin sister and various other friends may have contributed to her career choice. That, or watching the marathon sessions of “Axis and Allies” her brother and I engaged in with our friends!
Parents of Kids With Epilepsy Want More Pediatric Neurologists
Shea’s cousin, whose son has a rare form of epilepsy and has been to eight experts in four provinces (and was who I was referring to when I mentioned “Saw a photo of the brain of someone I know” as the “Something I’d Never Done Before” point in my end-of-year summary a couple years ago after Rylan’s trip to Vancouver for surgery was documented online by his mom and her partner) is in the news for her advocacy work on behalf of families suffering from epilepsy. As she mentions in the article, her son was normal in every way until he was around two (I have a memory of him saying some really big word – helicopter? – and being blown away by how smart he seemed) and then his seizures began. Makes me realise how fortunate you are if your children are healthy (he says, knocking furiously on wood.)
Three Killed in Rollover on Rural Highway
This isn’t directly related to family or friends (thankfully!) but is more a one-step-removed connection. There was a head-on collision on the secondary highway that Shea and I usually take to go visit her parents in Weyburn (and that we took on a weekly basis when I worked for Southeast Regional Library). We saw that a red truck was involved and briefly worried it was someone we know who also regularly travels that road and drives a red truck. It wasn’t but when I got to work the next day, it turned out to be three co-workers of the daughter of one of my staff members. And very fortunately, the daughter would have been in the truck with her co-workers had she not been assigned to another job site very recently! Again, as with the randomness of Shea’s cousin’s son’s illness, this is another example of just how tragically random life can be sometimes.
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