The last three days I have had pretty spotty and inconsistent wifi access – so I will combine the last three days of my red shoe journey to raise awareness of FASD in one post.
I have shared my journey personally with my Facebook friends and through this blog, Twitter and Tumblr (under the Our Sacred Breath name). I have shared it with a few FASD organizations in the provinces I travelled through, and some have re-posted my tweets, blogs and photos. Thank you.
If one person has learned more about Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorders and the importance of no alcohol during pregnancy and the need for support, services and understanding for all touched by FASD, then I met my goal.
So, today, September 9, 2016: International FASD Awareness Day, I said my final good-bye to my Dad – the Maiden’s Grandad, in the place he loved best. My red shoes stepped into the Straight of Georgia and I let the wind and water absorb his ashes in front of The Cape Mudge Lighthouse, across from Campbell River, the place he loved the most.
The Maiden did get to visit him twice in his chosen home on the west coast of Canada.
9 days, 5 provinces, 4 time zones, 5,179 kms and 63.5 hours of driving. The red shoes rest in Quathiaski Cove, Quadra Island, British Columbia, Canada. RIP Dad.