Music saved my life

December 26, 2019 • (Part 1 of 4)

Chapter 6: Crazy

I was brought to the Lakeshore General Hospital ER on Sunday, December 15th by my caring and kind neighbour, Ray, and spent 3 days in the corridor waiting for a bed to become available in the psychiatric ward, or as it’s known internally, “4 North”. I was breaking down every day, several times a day. I needed help. But as you'll see, I didn't get help; the *help* only made matters worse.

November 15, 2019

Chapter 5: Ring Ring

My mother loved ABBA. Their music would often fill our home while she was cooking or cleaning. She would float around from room to room singing along, and you could see that the music was carrying her, and filling her with joy.

September 11, 2019

Chapter 4: The Boys of Summer

The OKA ball represents so much. I have it sitting in my night table in my bedroom, and every time I look at it, I go back in time and flip through a mental Rolodex of memories that fill me with joy and remind me that I have a loving son with a huge heart.

August 5, 2019

Chapter 3: Don't Look Back In Anger

When I think about this song, I have, but one image pressed between the pages of my mind, and that is, seeing my friend Vinnie show up at my home in Ste-Dorothée, in his mother's red Toyota Tercel with that song blasting on the radio. He got out of the car and said, "Pat! Have you heard this song?"

April 22, 2019

Chapter 2: Alegria

My wife Sherrie and I, accompanied by some close friends Tony and Émilie, recently attended the first showing of the 2019 version of "Alegria," the Cirque du Soleil show currently playing in the Old Port of Montreal. If I were asked to use one word to describe Alegria, the show that was resurrected this year due to its incredible popularity, it would be "hypnotic."

March 25, 2019

Chapter 1: Holly Holy

These movie moments awakened something inside of me and reminded me that I needed to keep up the “good fight” and not let myself go down with the ship. It also reignited my passion to pursue my idea for creating an outlet; a place where I could express myself, and share my story with others, hence,