![]() ![]() If nothing else, she discovered that she could write, very well, with wit and grace. Not even the pandemic would seem as bad.īy the end of that year, however, Bradbury had found a few bright sides to her life. Bradbury was turning 60 and life officially sucked. She was living in a house full of holes and shredded plaster. Its ancient knob-and-tube wiring was sending off shocks through the plumbing. ![]() ![]() On top of everything, the heavily-mortgaged house in downtown Toronto that she won in the divorce, was turning into a money pit. She had divorced her husband of 25 years, and a potential new love had dumped her in a most unsatisfactory manner. Her mother and her aunt had died just a few months earlier. She was nearing the end of one of the worst years of her life. Even when they wheeled him into his hospital room after undergoing major surgery, his first reaction was “I even have a window view.”Ĭathrin, however, had difficulty seeing the bright side. He lived with a song in his heart, if not on his lips. Cathrin Bradbury’s father always saw the bright side of things. ![]()
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