October 29th 1973
chadwick
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today is my brother Ryan's birthday. he would have been 38 years old. he died in 2004 after a life of complications with diabetes and kidney failure. we all miss him.
it is this that opens paths of continual knowing, the believing and owning. mysterious? no. living in life will have regrets.
i still have brother Ryan talking with me. he is not talking to me, he is talking with me. this through being silent and open. i am my brother's tool. well, i am learning as i go. this life i am in struggles at war with out there where i do poorly. Ryan is in school as i feel and see it. our mother believes this to be true as well. he is in a place of higher education and in his artistic ways i feel and see visions of him and me and others. our father is with him often.
i am ashamed of many things and i did not understand. i need your guidance more now continue over me
and i will bleed for you
gonna have a get together at Ryan's resting place today and tonight. if i have my way about it we'd have a large party at the cemetery. but i don't believe so. small and humble. fragile and grateful.
just sad is all.
gonna take solar panel lights, candles, oil lamps, and caramel apples and cupcakes i think. somebody best bring some coffee or tea.
thank you for reading.
it is this that opens paths of continual knowing, the believing and owning. mysterious? no. living in life will have regrets.
i still have brother Ryan talking with me. he is not talking to me, he is talking with me. this through being silent and open. i am my brother's tool. well, i am learning as i go. this life i am in struggles at war with out there where i do poorly. Ryan is in school as i feel and see it. our mother believes this to be true as well. he is in a place of higher education and in his artistic ways i feel and see visions of him and me and others. our father is with him often.
i am ashamed of many things and i did not understand. i need your guidance more now continue over me
and i will bleed for you
gonna have a get together at Ryan's resting place today and tonight. if i have my way about it we'd have a large party at the cemetery. but i don't believe so. small and humble. fragile and grateful.
just sad is all.
gonna take solar panel lights, candles, oil lamps, and caramel apples and cupcakes i think. somebody best bring some coffee or tea.
thank you for reading.
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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