The Barr Clan
Megan barr
I'm Megan. I was born in British Columbia on April 1st 1996 to my parents Ron and Suzanne Barr. I grew up living in a small town called Gibsons on the west coast of British Columbia. When I was younger, my dad always told me stories about my very large, and widespread family. Most of my family members lived all the way in Ontario, so we rarely got to see them. However, when we did we had many adventures, and created many memories. I've created this website in order to share some of those memories.
Rain Rain go away
My parents got married when I was about 5 years old. It's one of the more memorable moments of my early childhood. It was a really big deal to me as I was the flower girl. The wedding was at our house near Roberts Creek. We had a huge backyard and I remember there was a live band. The band was playing on a stage my dad made, beside a dance floor my dad also made, and a seafood buffet, which was catered.
I don't remember much from the wedding since I was so young, but I do remember that it was supposed to rain that day. Now, I am not at all a religious person, and my family has never really been that religious in general. However, at five years old I did know what praying was, and the last thing I wanted was for it to rain on my parents outdoor wedding, so I prayed for it not to rain. According to my mom, as soon as she told me that it might rain, I went over to the window, placed my hands together and said "God, please don't let it rain."
Thankfully, the sky ended up clearing before the ceremony took place, and the wedding went on just as planned. Well, except for a few minor hiccups...
the last reunion with grandma barr
I knew it would be the last time. I made the most of every moment I could, and counted my blessings, knowing that I would get to see her while she could still leave the retirement home. It was heartbreaking though, to know that I wouldn't be able to see her again. The last time I saw her was July of 2013 at the family reunion in Ontario. Grandma used to always come to B.C to see us once every few years, but she couldn't see any more, and was confined to a wheelchair, so this time we made the trip out to her. We didn't know how much longer she'd be with us, so we made the most of it. We visited her in the home, and she came to the farm. My fondest moment of that trip was singing for her. I rarely play music for people, but I knew how happy it would make her. I had my guitar and I sat my chair in front of her, and a few other family members, and played. I remember she asked my uncle who was playing. He told her it was me, and she smiled and said, "I knew it."
Marion was always a force to be reckoned with. She was stubborn, and funny, and laughed until her final days. The last moment I saw her was when the care aids lifted her wheelchair into the back of the retirement home branded van, and drove off. I remember thinking to myself in that moment, that this would most likely be the last time that I would ever see her.
Just over a year later, Marion passed away. I took it pretty hard, we weren't that close considering we lived on opposite sides of the country, but I still loved her, and after she passed I couldn't help but feel guilty for not making more of an effort, for not calling her often enough, for inwardly dreading the long visits and calls when I was younger. I wish I got to spend more time with her, but she had a full life, filled with children, grandchildren, and even several great grandchildren.
