How Lytton Chinese History Museum rose from the ashes, almost five years after fire
Lorna Fandrich, owner of the Chinese History Museum, is shown in this handout photo. The Lytton Chinese Canadian Museum, which was burned down in the Lytton creek fire, has reopened to the public again. THE CANADIAN PRESS/HO-Al Lau
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Our daughter's arrival filled us with joy. Becoming fathers had never been a given
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We accompanied our surrogate to appointments, witnessed ultrasounds and found ways to be close, despite physical distance. The love we felt at Juliette's arrival was met with the sorrow of my mother's cancer diagnosis. Almost overnight, we had a new baby in the nursery and my parents in the guestroom. Funnily enough, now I know the true meaning of a grace period. A pause. Time slowed. Watching my mother, exhausted from treatments, cradle my daughter in her arms, breathing in her newborn scent, was an extraordinary gift. With that gentle rocking, I saw two generations connect across time, sharing a silent language of love. It broke my heart when Dad asked me, 'Was I important?' Nearly every day, I carried Juliette against my chest as we walked through changing seasons – her tiny face taking in the world from the safety of her carrier. Together we witnessed winter melt into spring, summer bloom into fall, these natural cycles becoming the backdrop of our growing relationship. 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What's that noise? CFB Borden holds controlled explosion operations
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