Have you seen this logo on our web site and printed materials? It comes from an organization called Imagine Canada, and it certifies that Threads of Life is accredited under the Imagine Canada Standards Program.
Support is heating up on the greens! We’ve had a flurry of fundraising activities this summer with companies, organizations and groups out to enjoy the summer sunshine and support families affected by workplace tragedy. That has meant a number of well-attended and successful charity golf tournaments in Alberta and Ontario who have all chosen to donate funds raised to Threads of Life. Thank you all for your support!
Helping to run a complex event like Steps for Life – Walking for Families of Workplace Tragedy can be pretty absorbing. The day of the walk brings a million details to oversee. But for long-time Saskatoon Steps for Life volunteer Jennifer Ruszkowski, taking a moment to talk to the families participating makes it all more meaningful.
July 24 marked International Self-Care Day. Dedicating a day to celebrating self-care and what it can do is certainly beneficial—for some people, maybe this day will be the first time that they will hear about self-care. Over the past month, we’ve explored the many different facets of self-care.
So, I’m sure we can all agree that grief doesn’t magically disappear. We are often reminded of the pain of loss. Even years after my brother’s sudden death, I still feel the ripples of what was a stinging loss.
Over the past few years, as self-care has risen in popularity, it has also risen in complexity. With products, classes, activities, and recommendations coming from every direction, it can feel really challenging to weed through everything and see what’s right for you. It can feel hard to even know what self-care is.
It’s easy to scroll past articles on Facebook about the importance of practicing self-care. It’s not always easy to practice self-care—and it can have a lot to do with time. What if you don’t have time?
The Timmins Steps for Life committee marches to the beat of its own drum at most times. We have a strong committee, and a vibrant community who know and understand the importance of what happens with the walk and our other prevention-minded endeavors.
The Italian Fallen Workers’ Memorial Wall Project started with one man’s dream; a man who had seen more than his share of fallen workers during his tenure as labour leader during the late 1950s and early 1960s in Toronto’s busy residential construction industry.
When I was four years old, my father died while at his workplace. He was a field engineer on a construction site.
My story begins on July 13, 2009 with my mom picking me up from summer camp that afternoon. Just like any other day we were picked up, my brother and I would ask the same questions repeatedly, “what is for dinner? And when will daddy be home?” Unfortunately for us, one of those questions would never be answered.
It’s so very dark out. I can hear sirens; there are so many people in my house. What is going on? A priest enters the back door with a couple of men; my mother falls to the floor. She is inconsolable. Who are these men? Who are all of these people? Family members start to arrive. There is a lot of chaos and confusion. My Uncle Johnnie sits us down and tells us that my father was in an explosion in the pit; he was hurt really bad and it wasn’t looking good. Wasn’t looking good? Was I supposed to understand this? I am 12 years old, I am the oldest of three girls. My sister Georgina is 11 and Holly is only four years old. Such a dark day in my childhood. The flash backs are hazy. I often wonder if they are real memories or nightmares. This day is forever etched in my mind. It is the beginning of a journey which has forever changed our lives.