Ian Mulgrew: Goodbye is too good a word, farewell

Fie on T.S. Eliot! April is NOT the cruelest month!

For me, it brings rebirth and renewal, sunshine and cherry blossoms, blue skies and picnics, hope and possibility, Christmas and Easter.

My daughter Deanna auspiciously arrived April 21, 1974, and on Friday, her birthday, I ended 26 years as a writer for The Vancouver Sun — The Paper in My City.

It was unexpected but inexorable.

I don’t know where the time went, but the reflection staring back is nothing like the person who got married at 16 with two kids and at 19 gave up the production line and his future at General Motors to become a reporter in northern Ontario.