I lived in Edmonton, Alberta, for many years.  When I was raising my daughters, we lived in an area near a ravine.  At the bottom of the hill was a park…and I use the term loosely…and what parks ‘n’ rec drones called a playground.  We called it the tot-lot.  There my daughters played with friends, as I watched.  Among the other children was a beautiful little girl named Jill.  On one terrible afternoon, one of my youngest’s friends called and said “Jill’s dead.”  She had apparently died of an aneurysm.  She was, I think, around nine or ten.  One of those moments which comes back to haunt you.   This one is in her memory.  Tot

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