Tag: my sister

Let Me Be Strong Enough to Carry the Burden

Let Me Be Strong Enough to Carry the Burden

A far flung Internet acquaintance of mine committed suicide last month. He was a member of one of the training groups to which I belong, and while I never met him personally he was well known and liked by the community. To paraphrase something I read : when someone dies, the burdens they carried do […]

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Man With the Iron Fists Movie Review Spoilers Inside

Man With the Iron Fists Movie Review Spoilers Inside

Ah! Tiger stance! I heard this phrase over thirty years ago, watching Kung Fu movies with my sister, who has long since passed on. In an effort to avoid the screaming and yelling of my parents, we would shut ourselves in her upstairs bedroom and watch martial arts or Godzilla movies around a 13-inch television. […]

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The Lesson

The Lesson

Some lessons cannot be taught. They cannot be passed down from one to the next, no matter how well-structured, well-meaning, or well-presented. Trying to express an elusive life lesson is like trying to describe the color blue to a blind person. The unexpected death of someone we love is an experience you have to go […]

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Changes Aren’t Permanent … But Change Is

Changes Aren’t Permanent … But Change Is

I remember riding in our big Suburban, windows rolled down, hot Oklahoma summer air on my face, blasting Rush’s Moving Pictures album on 8-track. Were we going to the park? Maybe the pool? That part I don’t remember. But I do remember my sister making time for me. I remember her words and actions shaping […]

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The Things We Remember

The Things We Remember

Today marks the eleventh year of my sister’s passing. As the days tick on, I continue to think about her and the things that she did for me. The things that she taught me, both in her words and actions. However, as I now have lived a little more than a day longer than my […]

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A decade of rememberance

A decade of rememberance

It is safe to say that I was a different person ten years ago. I was living in Virginia for the first time, in a small two bedroom apartment with my girlfriend from college. Even though I had already done professional Web work for two years, I had just started the job that would cement […]

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Living with a ghost

Living with a ghost

My niece moved in with me about two months ago. She had finished her second year of college and wanted a change of scenery. Lack of localized family crazy brought her to me instead of my sister or back at home with my mother and stepfather. At any rate, it’s been great having her around, […]

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