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Life is Meant for Sharing

  I  look towards the heavens and give thanks for yet another Saturday and the gift of having life. I am humbled by the life I now have and for …. The opportunities life has offered onto me. The Blessings I have received. A life with purpose. And for this opportunity to use my voice to assist in making a change in the lives of those who voices are not heard over the white noise of political manipulations. Be humble and be caring. Life is meant for sharing. Share the goodness you carry within. Remember that falsehood is a mortal sin.

Spread A Little Happiness

  Start your day the ‘LightHouse’ way – with hope, confidence and a genuine smile For in life you have walked many a mile What took place yesterday cannot be altered Learn from times that faltered What may take place tomorrow can only be guessed What takes place today determines the rest Walk tall with confidence and pride Remembering that truthfulness you should never hide Every picture tells a story An honest life is full of glory Bear no shame in reaching out to those in need A shameful life is one of greed Be humble,  but not meek Stay strong even when you are weak Smile even when you cannot Be grateful for the life you have got A positive role model to their fellow man Reaches out with kindness whenever they can

Final Preparations For Jordan’s Celebration of Life

Final Preparations For Jordan’s Celebration of Life February the first is just about here. A day I dread.   The day my wife, Jennifer, my oldest son, Randy, my youngest son, Dakota must say our farewell   to our son and their brother. For those who have asked, here are the details and location of the Service and Reception. Saturday, February 1, 2020 at 4 PM – 7 PM at the Canadian Legion Hall Number 73, 2 Robinson Avenue, Toronto,  (Danforth Avenue and Danforth Road) Anxiety is high for the family. I am worried for my wife. She has been staying strong as she can. Yet, I know how she feels inside. I know she is hiding ninety-nine percent of her pain. She is brave that way. Forget not that she is also watching me slowly deteriorate. Everyday wondering if this is the day Dann passes from his cancer? A father’s love is like no other, also, A strong genetic companionship of the Alpha and his Beta’s. ` Daddy Know`s Best ` so follow your Father and learn to be a good ma...

Surviving A Son’s Christmas Day Suicide

I am humbled by the outpouring of support, Prayers and love my family has received since Jordan’s suicide. Jordan’s ashes are home with us now. I had hoped this would ease our sorrow. It did not. It made the horror of picturing my 29 year old son, my second born, my baby. …. hanging in a strangers laundry room. A family who had just extended their charitable souls and taken in my son and his wife so as they were not homeless, freezing and stranded in a town called Black Diamond, Alberta. On Christmas morning. Forever shattering the concept of Christmas cheer forevermore. Not only for my family, but also my daughter-in-laws and the family that had taken them in. And many more lives that Jordan in his short life. I will never be the same. I have a hollowness deep in my heart. No parent should outlive their child. Especially a father who has spent, and still is, battling late stage, non treatable Squamous Cell Carcinoma. I have defied death for over 15 months now and t...

Suicide Is Not “PAINLESS”

Christmas will never exist in my life after this year. My son, Delaney Jordan, committed suicide yesterday. December 25th, 2019. Left to Right:Me,Jordan,Randy Left to Right: Jordan, Randy and I. He and his wife, Katelyn, decided to relocate from Toronto, Ontario to Black Diamond, Alberta. They had made the decision to start a new life in a new province with new friends. Alberta was not good to them at all. When they first arrived they did their best to try and secure employment. Kate succeeded by finding a part time job at a subway sandwich shop. Social Services absolutely refused to help them in any way. Even at Christmas. They were actually quite rude to both Katelyn and Jordan. This led to depression for both of them. They could not believe that a government agency could care less that they were homeless and possibly going to freeze to death on the street. They had made plans to scrimp and save until they had enough to return to their native Toronto. Perhap...

THIS MASK I WEAR

They say I am tough, but yet, I feel so rough. This mask I wear has gotten me where? Like Kid rock says, “I’ve ate out of dumpsters and dined with Kings.” Like the clock shows, I have experienced many things. Yet, in sorrow I have walked my many roads. For the life I have lived was mostly alone. I am, therefore I think I have experienced pain and I have witnessed their sorrow. I hope that they can forgive me on the ‘morrow. For always in my heart I hold this sorrow. Perhaps I should have been born in a swamp. For an outlaw life seems what I want. I have buried my Mother and 98 friends. I wake each morning wondering, “WHEN?” FAMILY GANG-LIFE LIGHTHOUSE DANN VERNER SOCIETY THE LAST CANADIAN COSMONAUT THE ORIGINAL URBAN VIKING VIOLENCE

WANT TO GET DAMAGED FOR FREE????

When was the last time you were able to get damaged for free? Starting tomorrow and until July 31st I am offering to give you “DAMAGED” for free via download on amazon.ca in e-book format. ALL MY PAPERBACK BOOKS ARE AVAILABLE ON AMAZON.COM ALL MY E-BOOK FORMAT ARE AVAILABLE ON AMAZON.CA SEARCH "LIGHTHOUSE VERNER" OR GO TO MY MAIN PAGE AT: https://amazon.com/author/lighthouseverner Here’s a quick link, always available for free to all KindleUnlimited subscribers – as are all seven of my books. Here is why I have left the numerous spelling, grammar and formatting mistakes in this Volume 1 of my fictional autobiography ……………. “ DAMAGED” Walk With Dann Collection Volume 1 “ A Walk from my birth till I meet my second wife.” I left It raw on purpose as a testament to the honesty of my words and work. It contains humour, murder, explosions and motorcycles. It may or may not be fictional or may even be non-fictional. Only my hairdresser knows for ...