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It's but a few days short of a year since my father passed. A few months more than a year for my mother. I feel it in my eyes at times - and oddly, a gentle smile comes.
Tears for what is gone and cannot come back. A helplessness we feel time and again until mortality overtakes overtakes even us. But you have the good memories. So I can assure you the smiles will come with the tears. The moments will even be welcome.
A short poem of my own, from about ten years ago:
The things upon which our happiness depends
are the self-same reasons by which it ends.
But a little bit always stays behind. Always just enough.
Their marriage was good, their dreams focused.
Their best friends lived barely a wave away.
I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, lawn mower in one hand, and dish-towel in the other.
It was the time for fixing things.
A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress.
Things we keep.
It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy.
All that re-fixing, eating, renewing,
I wanted just once to be wasteful.
Waste meant affluence.
Throwing things away meant you knew there'd always be more.
But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more.
Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away...never to return.
So... While we have it... it's best we love it...
And care for it.... And fix it when it's broken.....
And heal it when it's sick.
This is true...
And old cars....
And children with bad report cards.....
Dogs and cats with bad hips....
And aging parents....
We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it.
Some things we keep.
Like a best friend that moved away or a classmate we grew up with.
There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special....
And so, we keep them close!
I received this from someone who thinks I am a 'keeper', so I've sent it to the people I think of in the same way...
Good friends are like stars.... You don't always see them, but you know they are always there
People are made to be Loved and Things are made to be Used
There is so much confusion in this World because people are being Used and Things are being Loved.
Be kind... everyone you meet is fighting a terrible battle.
Thanks for being part of MY life!
Arguing with a woman is like reading the Software License Agreement. In the end, you ignore everything and click "I agree".
I did watch the original, which was a lot of fun and very creative, until it became too self-absorbed.
This "sequel" appears to be trying to match the weirdness of the original, but without the creativity -- it looks like typical hollywood-trying-to-be-surreal pap, which never works.
Take a look at the first ep for yourself (tastes vary), but don't expect anything more than "Ooh, we're being really mysterious, because we haven't really figured out what we're going to do with the story, yet, and we can't do anything concrete until we've had a look at the ratings and imdb comments".
Better to find a copy of the original, and watch that, if you haven't already.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!