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Center For Loss: For people who are grieving and those who want to help them. Mourning a husband who has not yet passed - Life stories. I had a life, and now it’s gone. No, I’m not writing from the grave. I’m alive, and even reasonably well, but I seem to have lost my life — you know, the one I’ve been living for the last five or six decades. Can anyone really prepare us for the future? Does it really make a difference if someone tells a young girl that one day she’ll find blood oozing from her body, or a young boy that he’ll wake up with his PJs mucky from a wet dream, or a pregnant woman that birthing her child will be an experience of breathtaking agony, or a middle-aged person that one day she’ll notice that her pubic hair has thinned to near baldness, or that we’ll all get old and, one way or another, lose our life, even while we’re still live.

I lost mine six months ago when I could no longer care for my husband’s advancing dementia and sent him into care. We were close, but I wasn’t one of those women of my generation who was defined by her marriage, by her husband’s life and status. And Hank? Where were the Mothers? 1. A long time coming By Peggy Gale This exhibition comes together from complex circumstances, one part of which is surely a mother’s love. Linda Duvall lost a son. Nothing can change that fact. She sought to make connections with others who have also lost children – adult children – who fell into crime or ruinous addictions, or had mental health problems. Often they were written off as simply “known to police.” Some are dead now; some are beyond redemption; none are forgotten. The current project has deep roots. Having grown up in rural Ontario, Duvall is accustomed to small-town habits and inquisitiveness. Memories and stories have been conjured for numerous installations, media and exhibition projects.

In 1997 she presented Traducción/Translation at the Museo Nacional de Arte Moderno in Guatemala City, and subsequently at The Photographers Gallery in Saskatoon, superimposing handwritten texts in Spanish and English on panoramic black and white images of the open prairie. Drug addiction. Coping with Grief.

Psalms.