After
battling ALS for three years, my high school friend Siobhan Rock-Zych succumbed
to the disease this past Saturday night. Siobhan was a friend my ex-wife and I met
in high school, and reconnected soon after we’d all moved into Ottawa and had
small children. It was through watching her son Jeremy every Wednesday afternoon
for a few weeks (Jeremy is a few months younger than my elder daughter, Kate) that
I originally conceived of running a home daycare, eventually spending some
three years full-time with Kate, Jeremy and a third, ten hours a day, five days
a week. This photo, for example, of Siobhan and Jeremy was taken in our
apartment somewhere around 1993.
Siobhan
had the most lovely, positive energy, and it would have been impossible for
anyone to not immediately be charmed by her. Siobhan was the model for the
photograph included on the cover of my first chapbook, the self-published LOVE & COFFEE (1992), and through
the course of the home daycare, we spent many an evening in her company for
dinner and/or drinks, with the occasional weekend afternoon as well, watching
our toddlers tear around the apartment. After my ex-wife and I broke in late
1994 and I ended the daycare, I saw Siobhan far less, but Ann-Marie kept in
close touch with her for years, regularly socializing around Siobhan’s extremely
busy and lively schedule as athlete, yoga instructor and world traveller.
In
the summer of 2011, Siobhan was thirty-nine year old, remarried and the mother
of two more small children, when she was diagnosed with ALS, otherwise known as
“Lou Gehrig’s disease.” Christine and I, along with numerous others,
participated in a fortieth birthday party for her that fall at a community
centre in Ottawa’s Sandy Hill. Designed as both birthday party and fundraiser,
the space was packed with friends, relatives and supporters, many of whom were
high school friends I hadn’t seen in twenty years or more. Despite the fact
that Siobhan was already using a walker to get around, the diagnosis didn’t seem
to really slow her down—she parachuted out of an airplane, and helped organize
an aerobics marathon as an ALS fundraiser, both of which were discussed in this short piece CBC Ottawa aired on Monday. There were some other links I found for her online as well, including the fact that she kept a video log of her ALS, which I didn't know.
She
was quite a magnificent human being. We will miss her.
Mike, you are right. Siobhan's charm was immediate and capturing. I am so sad.
ReplyDeleteThank you for that lovely rendition of my sister. I miss her every day.
ReplyDelete-Genevieve Touzin
I didn't have the privilege of knowing Siobhan but read her sister Genevieve's tribute in the Ottawa paper the other day and found it very touching. I'm sure the balloons made her feel loved as they floated up into the sky.
ReplyDeleteGreg (Houston, TX)
She was my first music teacher in elementary school, and I'll never forget the drum circles we had out in the playground, or the time she had to correct a classmate who translated a sentence while reading to "j'ai petter la giraffe," or the little croaking frogs on her desk that we all loved to play with. We knew she loved us, and we loved her back.
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