Today we lost a member of our family. The world lost a WWII veteran.
We share the sadness and hold the memories of which we were all a part, we will
be brought closer together. We will cry and laugh and rejoice together. He had
gone in peace and our hearts will be at peace. Many stories will be told about
him. The youngest generation got to see him and witness the family love
surrounding him. They will recall the time they flew across the country to
spend one full day with him. Their mother had chosen the right date.
Welcome to The Rocking Chair Corner. It serves as a kind of diary for me, an incomplete depository of pieces of my life, my thoughts, my joys, my sorrows. Sometimes I include pictures so that I don’t have to search for words. Once in a great while, I attempt to put into English feelings others expressed in their non-English writings, or into my language feelings others expressed in English. Join me in a circle of rocking chairs. Kick off your shoes, sip your wine or tea, relax, and enjoy.
Friday, August 9, 2019
Thursday, August 8, 2019
Disney 2019
July came and July’s gone
But our memories linger on
We had fun in rain or shine
In blistering feet or sweltering heat
Under ponchos or soaking wet
We didn’t complain nor did we pout
Rides got cancelled? We didn’t slow down
We made them up next time around
We never mind repeating rides
If in riding pleasure we found
We changed the rules and fixed the times
We skipped our naps if that’s required
We set the pace that few can match
We had the fervor many desire
We welcomed Ông who came this year
With anticipation and without fear
We raised a toast in celebration
For the Prodigal Son’s inspiration
But our memories linger on
We had fun in rain or shine
In blistering feet or sweltering heat
Under ponchos or soaking wet
We didn’t complain nor did we pout
Rides got cancelled? We didn’t slow down
We made them up next time around
We never mind repeating rides
If in riding pleasure we found
We changed the rules and fixed the times
We skipped our naps if that’s required
We set the pace that few can match
We had the fervor many desire
We welcomed Ông who came this year
With anticipation and without fear
We raised a toast in celebration
For the Prodigal Son’s inspiration
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