Friday, May 1, 2020
Margaret Parkin has been on my mind a lot lately, though I was not aware that she passed. When I was a lonely teen growing up in Monitor Alberta, Bert Parkin, her brilliant, English born husband, became my best friend. He had me over at least once a week, to teach and mentor me. Each and every time Margaret would immediately begin preparing food, and would walk into the living room with busy hands, to give a smiling comment to supplement the conversations or provide an alternate take on something we were discussing. She was incredibly wise and kind. As I grew to know them better, I learned so much about Margaret's life, her loves and her family. Margaret's parents treated me just as she did, and you could see her happiness at how well I was fitting in with those she loved. I was forever changed for the better by Margaret and Bert Parkin, and the love they had for each other was once few knew the depth of, but surely Angels sing of it still.
