Memories of September
a position — and believe me when I say I’m not engaging in false modesty here — I neither needed at that point my life nor wanted. But the CBC brass decided I was their man — a mere six years, ironically, after having fired me (with total justification) for being a drunk. But by September of 1989 I had a few years of sobriety under my belt. As it turned out, things at the CBC did work out just fine (at least as far as I was concerned).
Still another September, this time in 2003, turned into a life-altering month, a devastating occasion when I was diagnosed with colon cancer that quickly spread to my liver, necessitating multiple surgeries and heavy bouts of chemotherapy, and ultimately brought my day-to-day career to a premature conclusion, a decision prompted by the fact that longevity did not appear to be in my life’s program. But 16 years later, the prognosis looks to have been delightfully off-base.
Perhaps the saddest of my September memories occurred six years ago this month when my father passed away, creating a void that even time seems reluctant to fill. Bob Wakeham has spent more than 40 years as a journalist in Newfoundland and Labrador. He can be reached by email at bwake[email protected]