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Last Time I saw My Brother
Ziah Alexander Roszell
RIP 11/20/1981- 08/06/2000
Moving From Kaslo to Canmore
I was ten and a half years old, playing in a small patch of forest a few blocks over in the community I lived near my house.
I would purposely get dropped off at a different bus stop to play in this little brush of greenery. I loved nature so much. I missed it.
I remember making a broom from some branches to sweep the debris away from the earth's surface in my little patch of public greenery. I intended to gain some connection with the once landscape I once called home just a year prior. I had lived in a tiny nook of a town. Peace was the theme of that hippy dippy town at the bottom of the Kootenay Mountains.
It was a challenging year for me to move to a different place. I loved Kaslo, British Columbia, oh so much.
My mother had burnt her bridges. She needed a better income, had three older boys and a daughter to house.
- So one minute we were there, the next we were not.
By ten years old, we took refuge in Canmore, Alberta. I had got a pair of plaid green bell bottoms and some halter tops in the summer that I rocked. For the most part, I didn’t fit into my new home in…
