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So, as I was trying to dust this place back into shape today, my mind kept wandering to the the reason I was cleaning. Call to the Bar, The Law Society of Newfoundland and Labrador. My brother will be staying with us for a few days for that very reason.
My brother is ridiculously funny. He could have been a stand-up comedian just as easily as a lawyer. Our Mom always said he should be a lawyer, she saw something in him that suggested it was his calling. It may have had something to do with him being bright, articulate, and as argumentative as the day is long. Hard to say really.
My brother was a late bloomer and went to law school in his late 30s. Our Mom died before he went to law school. It was 1998 and she was 59. When he started, we all thought it would have been so nice if our Mom had seen him go to law school; she would have been soooo proud.
The first community my brother moved to after completing law school was North Bay, ON. He and his wife got settled into an apartment they rented and went for a walk.
At the end of the street there was a street sign where two of the streets intersected. One street was named 'Gertrude', the other 'Parsons'. That was our Mom's name: Gertrude Parsons. I rather suspect there are not a lot of streets named 'Parsons' and a whole lot fewer named 'Gertrude'. And the ones that intersect? I would not be surprised if North Bay may have the only one on earth.
Fate or serendipity? Hard to say, and futile to debate. But it sure left a nice warm feeling in our hearts and a sense, for my brother, that he was on a good path.