Ever since my sister passed away in 2003, my parents and I do not celebrate Christmas as much as before. Photo shown below was taken in East Meadow, NY. (Some time in 1992 or 1993.) First and foremost, we always visit my sister's gravestone. We have lessened our Christmas spirit.
(Not only for Thanksgiving Day, this is every day.)
Here is the list:
...goes to Coldplay. (I sound like I am rich enough to give them an award.)
Their music is still great, year after year. I first heard their single, "In My Place." (I think that was back in 1997, and I believe that was their first ever single released. Thank you, sister, for introducing me to them. Her favorite song from Coldplay was "The Scientist.") Fresco painting of God and Adam nearly touching each other, The Creation of Adam, by Michelangelo. From the creation narrative of the biblical Book of Genesis, God breathes life into the first man, Adam. (Even though they barely touched each other, it feeds off a spark and connection. Few months ago, I saw this painting live in Sistine Chapel. Amazing experience walking-in as I witnessed history.)
Human interactions involving different relationships, like father to son, player to coach, girlfriend to boyfriend, brother to sister, friend to friend, and so on. A single man seeking woman to mainly "connect." (Yuh, that is me.) Connecting with each other builds a stronger relationship. Don't hate. (I was continually trying to rhyme. Yuh, I'm corny.)
This morning, I just dropped off items in the donation box, and they were: Following my sister's blog, I had a difficult time in choosing which topic to write about. Nothing beats her.
Then again, one of my good friends reminded me that every blog of mine is not going to be a "home run." (Instead, I will call it a "slam dunk." Sounds better. Sorry, bro.) Also, he told me, "Overthinking and setting high expectations will not do any good. Just keep it up. As long as you are consistent in writing your blogs. That's what only matters." As I sit here on a very hot day in front of my sister's grave, I reminisce the moments I had with her.
Surprisingly, as of now, I survived the last 13 years without her. She died only at 18 years old from a vast, devastating loss. (I was only 15 at the time. A few days later, I had to overcome my final exams.) I did not even witness her death. Importantly, she had a future ahead of her. (I should have been the one to die.) Now, my kids will never ever meet their Auntie Marrianne. 3 hours ago, I was supposed to write my first ever blog. Procrastination at its finest. It goes with the common saying, "Ya snooze, ya lose," yet I will continue typing this blog.
Do not be alarmed by the photo above, apparently, the look in my face on this photo sums up where I am right now. One of my close friends asked me, "As your good friend, what are you doing in your life?" Go with what makes you happy. |
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