Day 6 - How One Guy Went Out of His Way for His Dad On Christmas

I grew up in West Toronto, and the year I went into university out-of-province, my parents moved way north to Timmins, and they resided outside of the town centre. So I left suburban Toronto in the fall and came home to very cold, rural Timmins at Christmas.

But one of my fondest memories was walking out the backdoor with my father with a saw in hand, ready to find a Christmas tree.

We went for a walk down one of the back roads until we found a suitable specimen, it did not take too long. However, unfortunately, it was about 20 feet tall. But I told my dad, "Not to worry!" I swiftly climbed up the tree with the saw, cut off six feet from the treetop and we dragged it back to the house. We dressed it up pretty nicely.

It was a first for the both of us and I look back upon the memory fondly as a great father-son bonding experience.

- Jamie Cameron, Architect


Precious memories are worth celebrating. Let us not forget those with Alzheimer's or other dementias who suffer from a loss of memory. For more information, visit the Alzheimer Society of Toronto.

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