It was July of 1980 at the lagoon in Parksville, where my grandparents had their summer get-away home. My family and I went over to stay with them for a week. I'm so glad I did.
My mom insisted that I spend some family time with them and go with my grandfather when he gets up for his walk. The next morning at 7 a.m., I forced myself to get moving because my grandpa wouldn't wait. He makes a plan; he goes. So, I went.
I followed close behind him, afraid to make a sound and disturb the peacefulness of the day. We headed up the lagoon to the start of the Englishman's River and he stopped, looked at me and pointed ahead. I gasped at a most beautiful sight. A pair of trumpeter swans were gliding towards us.
We stood in silence and my grandfather smiled at me. Isn't it grand, I thought. With all the chaos in the world, we could be awestruck by the most natural things. All I knew about swans was that they are mates for life, like my grandparents Syd and Alice- forever in my heart.
Message to Canadians: Please help to keep pollutants from entering our rivers and oceans.The community of Parksville cleaned up Englishman's River after years of chemical spillage. Now it is healthy.