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May 19, 2024 - 4:07pm
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I still remember my dad's voice when he was calling me in our house. Often enough, he would ask me to turn down the volume of the music I listened to, when his voice calling my name resounded through the staircase. It took him a while to get used to the bands I liked, but then I got it working, finally. Still fondly remember our "Wish You were Here" listening-sessions, "Shine On You Crazy Diamond", especially.
After his demise, it took decades to not have him talk to me inwardly with that same voice anymore. He was my best, and first teacher of "all things" in life. From explaining "Santa" to an eight year old, to Kriya Yoga meditation for grown-ups. He was always there for me, whenever I had any question. He's been gone for more than 28 years to this date. - Truly, I still wonder whence we shall meet again, in thunder, lightning, or in rain?
My dear friend Peter, yes, that one made a beautiful song known to many, "Father, Son"...
Yup I was lucky to have a dad like that. Heâs been gone 26 year as of last month and would have been 101 on the 20th of this month. I can still hear him say to me âwhat you doing boy?â. Always checking on me, helping me and teaching me with his life knowledge. I miss that voice.
To this day, over 14 years since my Mother passed, I find notes of encouragement and poems and little drawings or watercolors. She loved us so much. I can peer clearly into the past and see her face amid struggles. I see the way she adored her Mother. I can feel her energy from way far ago, riding on the sound of her voice which I carry in my head and heart. "Keep going Bryan. Never give up. I love you forever."
I still remember my dad's voice when he was calling me in our house. Often enough, he would ask me to turn down the volume of the music I listened to, when his voice calling my name resounded through the staircase. It took him a while to get used to the bands I liked, but then I got it working, finally. Still fondly remember our "Wish You were Here" listening-sessions, "Shine On You Crazy Diamond", especially.
After his demise, it took decades to not have him talk to me inwardly with that same voice anymore. He was my best, and first teacher of "all things" in life. From explaining "Santa" to an eight year old, to Kriya Yoga meditation for grown-ups. He was always there for me, whenever I had any question. He's been gone for more than 28 years to this date. - Truly, I still wonder whence we shall meet again, in thunder, lightning, or in rain?
My dear friend Peter, yes, that one made a beautiful song known to many, "Father, Son"...
To this day, over 14 years since my Mother passed, I find notes of encouragement and poems and little drawings or watercolors. She loved us so much. I can peer clearly into the past and see her face amid struggles. I see the way she adored her Mother. I can feel her energy from way far ago, riding on the sound of her voice which I carry in my head and heart. "Keep going Bryan. Never give up. I love you forever."
To this day, over 14 years since my Mother passed, I find notes of encouragement and poems and little drawings or watercolors. She loved us so much. I can peer clearly into the past and see her face amid struggles. I see the way she adored her Mother. I can feel her energy from way far ago, riding on the sound of her voice which I carry in my head and heart. "Keep going Bryan. Never give up. I love you forever."
To this day, over 14 years since my Mother passed, I find notes of encouragement and poems and little drawings or watercolors. She loved us so much. I can peer clearly into the past and see her face amid struggles. I see the way she adored her Mother. I can feel her energy from way far ago, riding on the sound of her voice which I carry in my head and heart. "Keep going Bryan. Never give up. I love you forever."
That Brood XIX is getting louder every day. Earlier there were a couple of landscapers using leaf-blowers in the development behind my house and the sounds of the cicadas were louder than the leaf-blowers.
In the past month, elected officials in the Netherlands and Poland have accused their opponents of plotting to force people to eat insects. The idea is also bubbling up in far-right circles in the U.S. NPR's Huo Jingnan reports on how a meme from anonymous message boards is making a leap into real-world politics.
... TUCKER CARLSON: Eating insects is repulsive and un-American. And of course, therefore, in the eyes of the left, it must be awesome.
Cicadas in black helicopters spraying chem trails!
In the past month, elected officials in the Netherlands and Poland have accused their opponents of plotting to force people to eat insects. The idea is also bubbling up in far-right circles in the U.S. NPR's Huo Jingnan reports on how a meme from anonymous message boards is making a leap into real-world politics.
... TUCKER CARLSON: Eating insects is repulsive and un-American. And of course, therefore, in the eyes of the left, it must be awesome.
