Opinions and Thoughts of LightHouse Dann Verner - Just as he is!

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...

As I sit here on this sunny Sunday gazing out at my beloved Scarborough – that East Side slab of the Greater Toronto Area, I ponder.  The GTA is famous for having as many trees as people.  Below is a few pictures of the average view from any point in this marvelous city within a city. As you can see, it’s a concrete jungle with a  green laced frock. People  forget to look around at times.  Walking their paths with their mind on their money and money on their mind.  Heads forcibly bent down waiting for the next electronic message. Blinded by the hustle and bustle of modern day survival.  Prisoners of busy lifestyle and the constant worry of “How will I make it till cheque day”. This saddens me.  I am a victim, also. Many days I sit on the balcony oblivious to the trees, the birds and even the squirrels dancing to and fro. Do the others hear the constant wail of sirens? I do. Each one bothers me as I am prejudiced into ...

NAME IS DANN AND I AM AFRAID. I am afraid of what my once beautiful and peaceful country has become.  ​So Federal Motion M103 passed on a vote of 201 for and a mere 91 against. (SHARIA creeping law). Despite many of my countrymen saying "No way!", the Liberal majority, with the help of the good old unionists NDP and the rainbow unicorn riding idiots from the "green" party managed to vote it in. Say good bye to free speech and say hello to millions of taxpayers dollars being wasted in numerous Supreme Court hearings as people charged challenge their Rights and Freedoms.  The same Charter of Rights and Freedoms that Pierre Elliott Trudeau fought so hard to get for us, his fellow Canadians.  Now,  his undercover Muslim, pothead,  spoon fed undiagnosed schizophrenic CHILD is destroying.   But, yet, you all will sit in Tim Horton's and on Facebook and bitch and bitch.  But, y'all won't stand together on Parliament Hill and say "STOP AND STEP ...

The weight that spans my shoulders weighs heavy upon my heart. In a series of almost comedic events my life went from that of hope, peacefulness and routines,  to one of chaos,  hopelessness and fear. I could have avoided all of this if only my building management had informed me immediately of the non-payment of my rent. By their delaying me notice until late September,  I had then accumulated August,September and October's payment all at once. An impossibility considering my income.  And now I am mere days away from losing all my material possessions and the psychological trauma of being homeless with a thirteen year old son.   I have tried all the various resources to no avail.  I am a victim of that social services hole between disability and pension.  Too young to be old and too old to be young. Soon I must face the surgeon's scalpel.  Not once, but at the least twice.  A kidney removal and gall bladder.  I am not ...

The weight that spans my shoulders weighs heavy upon my heart. In a series of almost comedic events my life went from that of hope, peacefulness and routines,  to one of chaos,  hopelessness and fear. I could have avoided all of this if only my building management had informed me immediately of the non-payment of my rent. By their delaying me notice until late September,  I had then accumulated August,September and October's payment all at once. An impossibility considering my income.  And now I am mere days away from losing all my material possessions and the psychological trauma of being homeless with a thirteen year old son.   I have tried all the various resources to no avail.  I am a victim of that social services hole between disability and pension.  Too young to be old and too old to be young. Soon I must face the surgeon's scalpel.  Not once, but at the least twice.  A kidney removal and gall bladder.  I am not ...

I AM TIRED. ....VERY TIRED ​As I sit here fighting this demon at three o'clock in the morning,  I am totally ashamed and disgusted with myself for what I have done to my life and the affect it has upon my child. I cannot recall one minute of my past existence that can compare to the disaster which I now am living. I am lost. I am broken.  I am repairable and I know which path I should be walking on, but I cannot repair myself.  Deep down inside I am struggling with a very dark entity and I am riddled with guilt,  shame, weakness and dangerous emotions. I know I am mentally  stronger than most people.  I know that all things must pass I know I will never take the cowards way out of this sorrow.  I know that I am truly loved by many, many beautiful souls, for it is their love and friendship that fuels my fighter and  logical self. BUT ...... I must confess that I am weak -  I am so very tired.   I fear I have not the ps...

I have never been so embarrassed in my life but I am in a very bad crisis in my life and am in desperate need of assistance and/or  a miracle. Here is a link to the gofundme page that will explain. http://www.gofundme.com/need-help-stabilizing-my-life-2uywn3rc