Posts Tagged ‘sadness’

It’s like watching the slow and dying embers in the backyard firepit on a sultry summer’s night. In some ways I understand it, some I don’t. Maybe it’s meant to be that way. It’s hard enough to watch someone you love die but it’s the ‘dying marathon’ of Alzheimer’s that really hurts inside. I had [...]

A dear friend of mine died last Sunday.I just found out about it today.Ironic that I was looking for something in my closet just the other day andlooked up on my bookshelf to see my old copy of “Zen and Art of Motorcycle Maintenance”, the cult novel by Robert Persig.Its pink and black cover reeking [...]

Maybe it’s a sign of survival, of anguish,
of the frightening realization that mortality does exist in the deepest recesses of the mind.
Maybe it’s a sign that everything is still changing,
still in that near frozen state of flux . . .
For him, for me, for the four walls that still imprison him,
for a world that looks [...]

Bobby Minara was a firefighter in Manhattan.
Ladder Company 25.
On September 11, 2001, he was 54 years old and almost ready to retire.
I found the next little snippet online from a woman named ‘Rita’ that knew the family.
“The last time I was with Bob was July of 2001.
Bob and Paula and my brothers Tom and Mike [...]

Bluebird

Posted: 11th July 2009 by ~m in Angels, Family, Friends, God, Imagine, Life, Love, Music, Personal, Sad, blues, eye dew
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For Elizabeth & Sara and their favorite angel, fast asleep . . .

Cumulonimbus, in purples and lavender greys
it’s heavy with rain . . .
it smells like rain, feels like pain,
but there’s little need to look back again
because it’s just more of the same
cutting it deep
Lightning rains from the heavens above,
the brilliant flashes of pure white light . . .
it illuminates all but the darkest and sacred of [...]

Though I can’t totally vouch for its authenticity, this hit me emotionally.
It was an email sent to me by my good friend Will.
After reading it, if it ain’t authentic, it certainly makes me remember much of the
imagery of that day.
This guy was definitely there.
Powerful stuff.
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There are two images that have not muted with time.
They [...]