Today Patricia and I pay remembrance to the passing of our Little girl Jenni. Nov 5th 1980 was and still is one of the most horrific days of our lives. We were living in Calgary; me a young architectural draftsman for UMA ( Underwood & McLellan Associates ) during the day, and Patricia working nights as a bartender for an established high-end restaurant. We couldn’t afford daycare or a babysitter in those days, so we “make do” with the little income we had.

Living in the “Bowness” community just a few minutes from Bowness Park in the neighbourhood and former town in west Calgary, Alberta.

We rented a two bedroom basement duplex a few blocks away from Bow River. Just South of us the city of Calgary was in the process of building the Canada Olympic Park (COP), formerly known as Paskapoo Ski Hill. Canada Olympic Park was one of the venues for the 1988 Winter Olympics, being the primary venue for ski jumping, bobsleigh, and luge.

And — that was the reason WE were in Calgary in 1980. UMA Engineering Firm had one of the contracts to begin designing the Canada Olympic Park, including Site Plans as far away as Kananaskis Country. I was called in from Edmonton UMA firm to begin the 8 year process of planning and development of this huge project. At the time, I was just a Junior architectural draftsman, hand-drawing architectural plans, per instructions from the highly trained Architects and Engineers.

So — the three of us moved to Calgary to further my career as an architectural draftsman. Our first months in Calgary was a happy one. Patricia, Jenni and I would explore Calgary sites, such as the Zoo and the Heritage Park Historical Village where Hollywood western movies were made, such as the classic “ The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford“ starring Brad Pitt ( Jesse James) and Casey Affleck ( Robert Ford).

I remember carrying Jenni around in a kangaroo front pouch so she would be able to see the sites of the Heritage Park Historical Village. Less then a year old, Jenni eye expressions would dictate to us she enjoyed our weekend outings. One weekend we even had the opportunity to visit the town of Banff.

Everything was going well until one evening Jenni seemed more agitated then what we considered normal. As any frightened parent, I phoned our local doctor. Concerned, he made a home visit ( which is totally unheard of these days). He noticed a rash on her body, which seem unusual but not overly strange for babies of her age. He said,” If it persists, take her to the Foothills Hospital and we’ll do a complete check up.

The next evening Jenni became even more agitated with a spiking fever. Her eyes were red and the rash became more announced. It was then I phoned Patricia ( who was working nights) and explained I’m going to take her to emergency at the Foothills. Getting to the hospital, Patricia met me. As any worried parents, we wanted answers. They admitted Jenni ; after trial & error, and many specialized doctors, everyone was totally baffled to why Jenni’s temperature increased to an unsafe level. Every day and night, Patricia and I took turns being there for Jenni. The nurses would cool her down by using cool baths and a constant fan by her bed. No matter what they did Jenni’s temperature became critical. The both of us were complete distraught to the point of exhaustion. It didn’t matter, we would never leave Jenni alone. We held and hugged her as much as possible to show her, everything would be ok, and that, we were there for her.

That evening, it was my shift to be with Jenni. I gave Jenni a cool-down bath and held her some more. She began to show signs of improvement. Jenni was hungry ! That indeed is a good sign, I thought. So I was able to feed her. I remember she smiled at me with contentment.

The nurse came in, urging me, that maybe it’s a good time to go get some rest. Nodding in agreement, I decided she was right. Before putting Jenni back to bed for the night, I kissed her on the cheek. She really looked content, however I noticed her little fingers looked bluish then normal. Concerned I went to the front desk where an Intern was stationed. Explaining what I saw seemed unusual, he just looked at me with his arrogant stance and said,” Are you a doctor ?”

I said,” No. But maybe we can call our doctor ?”

This redhead seemed determined to piss me off, flatly refusing to call my physician. The nurse came over and encouraged me to go home and get some sleep. Shrugging my shoulders, I nodded, but was discouraged over the response of this intern. I knew he thought me as this young kid in my twenties who didn’t know what I was talking about. Giving up the argument, I went home.

The minute I got home, I received a emergency call from one of the nurses, that I had better get back to the hospital as soon as possible. She told me Jenni experienced a cardiac arrest and unfortunately the doctor on-call could not revive her.

Completely in rage, I rushed back to the Foothills hospital in dismay. By the time I arrived, Patricia was holding Jenni in her arms, crying intensely.

Our little Jenni didn’t survive. We were in complete sorrow. Weeks later, we learned Jenni died of severe complications from an unknown disease called Kawasaki disease, also known as mucocutaneous lymph node syndrome.

You can read more about the condition here

The point of all of this is :

1. The time we had with Jenni will be cherished the rest of our lives.

2. Physicians should pay attention to the parents. We may not have the training, but we may have some valuable information that could assist the doctors on call. In Jenni’s case, the bluish fingers could of lead the emergency doctors to act. But due to the arrogance of one intern, Jenni died.

3. If the Kawasaki syndrome is caught in time, death is preventable. Apparently survival rate is 90 percent.

4. Kawasaki disease had puzzled doctors for over 150 years, until recent years. “Dr. Tomisaku Kawasaki, who first described what is now known as Kawasaki Disease (KD), and recent reports of a multisystem inflammatory disease in children associated with the severe acute respiratory syndrome coronavirus 2 (SARS-CoV-2) (MIS-C), makes a review on KD and MIS-C timely. Kawasaki Disease is a systemic vasculitis with predilection for coronary arteries occurring mostly in early childhood. The main features are high fever, extensive skin rash, cheilitis with red, cracking, bleeding lips and strawberry tongue, conjunctivitis, erythema and induration of hands and feet, subsiding with periungual peeling, cervical lymphadenopathy, and coronary artery dilation/aneurysms.

Due to the COVID virus, Kawasaki disease was brought front and centre, because both coincide with each other. “Atypical Kawasaki disease, Kawasaki-like disease, Kawasaki-COVID-19, paediatric inflammatory multisystem syndrome temporally associated with SARS-CoV-2, macrophage activation syndrome, myocarditis, toxic shock syndrome.” Read more

5. Kawasaki disease is said to be more prominent in children of Asian descent. However, we are not even close to Asian. Just recently, due to the COVID virus more Caucasian children have the Kawasaki disease symptoms. The earliest record symptom was, believe it or not, from London, when, in the year of our lord 1870, a seven year old boy died of this unknown disease. Interesting, Kawasaki disease is prone to attack younger children five years old and younger. It’s strange the symptoms started with a seven year old Caucasian boy. This proves this syndrome isn’t clearly understood, as of yet.

6. The loss of a child is extremely traumatizing to all parents involved. Life goes on, however you never forget such a loss.

7. Time never makes a difference in relationship to the loss.

8. The graphic digital drawing above is what I would like to perceive Jenni’s soul exploring the Cosmic Universes like the fictional, Jedi Rey Skywalker of the Star Wars saga. If Jenni had a chance in life, what would have she achieved?

Today, we have two wonderful daughters, Tianndra and Trisha. They never met Jenni but I believe if they did, would have loved her the same as we do.

In Conclusion, Patricia and I will keep thinking and remembering Jenni’s birth to the day we lost her. As a parent, you’ll always have that worry of your children, hoping they will succeed past you. We worry, we love and we hope.

“May The Force Be With Her Soul Exploring The Afterlife”

Rest In Peace Jenni – We miss and love YOU forever.

Love Bari and Patricia Demers 💕


Dreams and Reality


 Photo Above : My Mom with her great grandchild 

My posts on WordPress are mostly about science-fiction dreams or something related to reality.  

And I write about them.

But, last night was the most strangest dream I’ve ever encountered. 

In my dream an older lady accidentally phone my cell number, saying she was in trouble.  You could tell by her voice, she must of been an older grandmother type because her voice was frail. 

I said,” Where are you?”  

She told me,” The town of Perinton.”

Then, as fast as the call started, it quickly end.  The phone hug-up.

What’s strange is ?  I’ve never heard of the town of Perinton.  So, since the dream was still in my head – I looked it up.

According to Wikipedia* : “Perinton is a town in Monroe County, New York, United States. The population was 46,462 at the 2010 census. The village of Fairport is within the town on the Erie Canal.”

Go figure!  

And it’s eerie she specifically said, ” The town of  Perinton”.  For all I knew, Perinton could have been a city, or across the world.  But, sure enough, it’s a town within Monroe County, New York.

What else is interesting about my dream? 

 Most dreams are related to what you have done before consciously or subconsciously, the day of, a week before or even years ago.  Scientists say dreams are a way for your brain to depose of the garbage, sort of speak.  Your brain is similar to a processor in a computer, processing, calculating and organizing your thoughts.  It begins to defragment (get rid of ) your thoughts throughout the day.  And, of course, you may  act out those thoughts.

But here’s what’s interesting.  

Not once have I ever come across the town of Perinton.   I have never looked it up before either or have I subconsciously picked it up somewhere.  And no, the day before I never thought of this town or came across it.  It’s a complete mystery to me. 

Why Perinton? 

I live in western Canada, approximately 2100 miles from the town of Perinton, New York.
It’s without a doubt, dreams certainly have an impact on your life.  

It doesn’t matter what scientific explanation you may have, it all comes down to your own personal dream.  Just to be able to remember your dream the next morning is a challenge in itself. 

So, most importantly,” Is there a grandmother who needs help in the small town of Perinton?”  If you know a grandmother in Perinton, New York, see if she’s alright. 

Give your grandmother a call today! 

By Bari Demers – screenwriter 


Wikipedia – town of Perinton

What Really Matters

Today’s reality is about: What is important and what really matters?

Throughout our lives we struggle with making a living and sometimes forget what really matters. With Christmas once again upon us, it reminded me of the time when I was a little boy writing letters to Santa.

As an adult my wish list has changed, but the question is, does it really matter? Notice the sarcastic approach to my letter:

Dear Santa, God and Whoville,

I’ve been sort-of-a-good boy, well ok then, I’m a man. That’s pretty close to being good, wouldn’t you say?

All boys are good right ? Right?

Anyway, I would like just a few things this year. Really, the list isn’t that bad.

First and foremost, $100 million, so I can start Pre-Production of my screenplay – check it out here, it’s a mix genre film. Be careful, for its a screaming horror combined with a captivating science-fiction plot, sure to make you shake in your boots.


Anyway, let’s move on…

Now, If you can’t afford $100 million, just buy my screenplay for $150,000, along with my credits . That’s sure to make me happy! Don’t forget to give the screenplay to the famous Directors and/or Producers. They would love to make BLACK ANGELS into a blockbuster film, guaranteed to jolt you from the dead.

Don’t worry, it’s not my first screenplay. I assure you won’t be disappointed.

Oh, yes.

I’m kind of loving the new Mercedes S Class 4-Door Sedan S63 AMG 4-MATIC with twin turbo V-8. It would be a dream to drive around in. I mean, after all, my lawyer is driving one. So, why can’t I?

Humour is always good in our lives, so how about the book, “Universe” by Close Encounters Studios. The more humour I can get my hands on, the better.

And well, you already know I love all things ALIEN, including NASA and SPACE EXPLORATION. If I could get a trip into Space or possibly see Cape Canaveral (located next door to Kennedy Space Center) and/or Virgin Galactic, it would certainly be a plus.

I could use some new running shoes. You know, the ones I can never afford.

And yes.

I lost my bike previously, so I would be gratefully to have another one. Unfortunately the one I’m interested in is at least $1800. Sorry about that, sounds like I’m falling into the bracket considered as “high-maintenance”. Yes, I understand this is a little expensive, but no more mountain bikes for me. I just realized last week I’m getting older. Go figure!

And –

It’s time to upgrade to a better home computer by APPLE, you know, the new one. Its only $ 2749.

Wait! I have a better idea. Stop all this madness ! Scrap all the above!

Let’s concentrate on just one gift and lets make it a priority:

“I would like all the sick children in the world to be healthy immediately.”

Yes, you heard right, make ALL CHILDREN in the world FREE from SICKNESS and DEATH.

Ok? Do that instead of the materialistic things above.

And send a message to all the movie, hockey and football stars, billionaires, entrepreneurs of the “Shark Tank” and “Dragons Den“, famous directors and producers to send a gift to the sick children of their local hospitals.

Send this forward – Lets help our sick children.

Oh !

And one last thing, I would like to retire back home in the Okanagan. Really tired of having to wake-up to minus -40C weather, up here in the Great White North. As much as I love Canada, my bones need a little warmth.

Ok. So, I believe I’ve covered everything.

Don’t forget!

Every child deserves to see the world and live a full life. Each requires to be healthy, never going to bed hungry, have shelter & clothing and receive unconditional love. Let’s make their lives a happy one!

Alright then, I believe that’s it. Parents should never see their child die before them.

Bari Demers
(In loving memory of my daughter, Jenni Michelle Demers – Nov 5 1980)


When a Dream becomes a Nightmare

Today’s Dream isn’t considered a dream, but rather a nightmare. It starts off with me babysitting my grandchildren in our summer cottage retreat in the sunny Okanagan Valley. Images of my favourite rustic sandy beach with Okanagan Lake bursting with colours of turquoise and shades of blues.

A friend of mine from NASA pops over for a short visit while I entertain my grandchildren, Jason and Gill.

Watching the twins mingle, as if they were attached to the hip, really makes me think of the twins psychic theory (twins seem to possess a telepathic relationship).

I wonder if it’s true?

My friend, JC has just introduce me to the DJI drone ( a light mechanical multi-flying prop helicopter with cam visual capabilities). We’re going over the technical aspects of its overall operation, when a sixth sense triggers me to look up to see how the twins are doing.

I quickly notice Gill is not playing with Jason. Jumping off the couch, scanning the immediate known possibilities, I begin to worry realizing Gill is no where to be found,”OMG! Where is she?”

Grabbing Jason up into my arms, JC and I begin to scout the area separately.

JC says,” I’ll go outside and use the drone to check the overall grounds!”

I nodded,” Good idea! I’ll check every little crook and cranny here.”

My head is pounding, my worried face is evident.

JC grabs my arm,” Don’t worry, we’ll find her! Trust me. WE WILL FIND HER!”

His reinsurance helps but I still have that sick feeling in the pity of my stomach. My sadness says it all.

“DONT WORRY!” Were the last words I heard as JC runs out with the spider drone tightly grasped to his side.

It’s then, my dream takes on a POV (point of view perspective) from the cams drone. The panorama vision shows me a sharp crisp overall view of the sandy beach from a good 1000 ft up. The beach is packed full of vacationeers taking in the summers activities. My eagle eyes scan like a computing processor, quickly eliminating each subject, frantically looking for Gill.

Still no where to be found, my head is aching with pain. My fingers fumble the dreaded numbers, 911. Clearly I hear the female monotone voice on the other end,” 911, what’s your emergency?” My quivering voice screams out in panic,” My grandchild is missing. We can’t find her!”

Just like that my dreams ends, waking up in a pool of sweat. What the hell! What a nightmare. My mind races, trying to figure out why I would have such a terrible dream.

It just doesn’t make sense.

It’s then I think of Jenni, my daughter who died after a strange disease, what seems so long ago. Even our modern medical technology couldn’t save my little princesses. Maybe I still sense the immense lost and hope of that day thirty years ago.

And to make it worse, it’s my birthday today…

By Bari Demers

The photo below, is one of many I took from the waterfront in Kelowna, B.C.