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15 in three days...
and in my heart,
you'll ever be, the shining light, my guide forever more.
You set the bar high with everything that you've achieved.
You were the pioneer of roads never ever taken.
You were the best father one can ever have, and everyday, i think and cherish.
The pain is not as keen as it was in moments past.
i think of you and smile for the advice ( Read more... ) -
Time keeps moving on...
14 years ( Read more... ) -
The worse thing to happen............
is what a coincidence it is to have my bf's father pass a day before my dad's memorial date. 3/10/15, my bf's dad passed after a 2 year batte with pancreatic cancer ( Read more... ) -
i wonder if i can write this year....
everything i've written i have written before ( Read more... ) -
I'm a wreck these days...
so emo with the tearing...teared up Sat night in room all alone and then teared up yesterday at the cemetery with my sibs....
this is the biggest obstacle in my life! Wish Dad could be here to give me some guidance.....................
I think my poem ideas are getting less and less...i've written most types...i need to try Chinese next, eh? :P -
11 years 3/11/13....
Somber day..
I could not write this year-- but once April rolls around i hope to do the memoir class so i can be motivated to finish my memoir...
Poem for this year:
Untitled (and not official poem)
A squinty eye smile,
Gold-rimmed glasses,
short stocky build.
A picture of freedom,
a will to dream,
unrelenting perseverance.
Selfless giving,
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:dusts this journal off:
will have new entry in here soon methinks...
11 year commemoration coming up... and i'm thinking about it at work...sadly enough... -
Official 10 year poem
White linen candles arranged upon the white tabletop,
white roses placed upon the gray headstone,
The white cumulous clouds hang above the clear sky,
I say,
White clouds hold beautiful people,
In which you have escaped to,
finding your deserved peace.
Ten years down the road,
I still feel your absence as keen as yesterday.
Tears do not fall, but the ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
I dreamt again of dad before i woke this morning ( Read more... ) -
Version II of 10 year "White Candles"
White linen candles match the white roses laid down to commemorate.
Tears fill up yet do not fall,
feelings overflow yet I do not call
out to anyone but grief alone.
Midnight ponderings into the deep,
I remember the memories that I keep
The first touch, the first Knicks game, the first broadway show, vacations
and all my major celebrations.
You were always ( Read more... )