Comments on: Five years http://www.thebittermelon.org/2010/06/30/five-years/ "what is this - a rapist's paradise?!" Sat, 14 Jan 2012 15:17:02 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Anne http://www.thebittermelon.org/2010/06/30/five-years/comment-page-1/#comment-4518 Anne Mon, 12 Jul 2010 21:04:11 +0000 http://www.thebittermelon.org/?p=673#comment-4518 I know my parents would have liked this poem. Life presents opportunity-to live, to learn. The world is ever-changing. Finding opportunity in a changing world is an individual matter. The dgree of living and learning we wish to experience or enjoy lies largely within ourselves. - Poem by Hiram Rasely My parents always tought me to live, to learn, to love and most of all enjoy life. :-) I know my parents would have liked this poem.

Life presents opportunity-to live, to learn.
The world is ever-changing.
Finding opportunity in a changing world is an individual matter.
The dgree of living and learning we wish to experience or enjoy
lies largely within ourselves. – Poem by Hiram Rasely

My parents always tought me to live, to learn, to love and most of all enjoy life. :-)

]]> By: christina http://www.thebittermelon.org/2010/06/30/five-years/comment-page-1/#comment-4517 christina Sun, 11 Jul 2010 20:06:15 +0000 http://www.thebittermelon.org/?p=673#comment-4517 I know. same here. sigh. it's sad how when people pass, it is too hard to think about it so it is in the back of our subconscious. we keep it there. i see grandpa everyday though: out on the trees, in the nest above my car in the parking area, and when they breeze past the window of my car. well, grandpa i think has been reborn a bird. i see it that way. it is his way of growing close to me and letting me know that he is still here; present and supportive. It is very strange but the day of/or before mom told me it was his 5 year, I had visions of us eating together like the old days: walking into his warm/cozy/humid apartment and going straight towards the kitchen to assist him with any needs: using that silver claw thing to pick the bowl of steamed egg out of the pot..enjoying the large bowl of steamed egg with onions, cold fish with the hardened sweet/salty sauce that turns into jello texture, rice, greens, and lotus powder turned into a sweet, savory dessert, the countless Chinese medicine stews with haw flakes. Yeah, he is always there. always giving me strength, love, and hope. I know. same here. sigh. it’s sad how when people pass, it is too hard to think about it so it is in the back of our subconscious. we keep it there. i see grandpa everyday though: out on the trees, in the nest above my car in the parking area, and when they breeze past the window of my car. well, grandpa i think has been reborn a bird. i see it that way. it is his way of growing close to me and letting me know that he is still here; present and supportive.

It is very strange but the day of/or before mom told me it was his 5 year, I had visions of us eating together like the old days: walking into his warm/cozy/humid apartment and going straight towards the kitchen to assist him with any needs: using that silver claw thing to pick the bowl of steamed egg out of the pot..enjoying the large bowl of steamed egg with onions, cold fish with the hardened sweet/salty sauce that turns into jello texture, rice, greens, and lotus powder turned into a sweet, savory dessert, the countless Chinese medicine stews with haw flakes.

Yeah, he is always there. always giving me strength, love, and hope.

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